Breathe

Running scared from not only them but myself and my mind.
Afraid of what I will find at the other end.
Wondering if there's anything at all for me.
Hoping that I may find my way.
Slowing down to catch my breath.
Turning around, facing my fears.
The beast is me,
Conquer I shall.
I just
Breathe.
♠ ♠ ♠
Prompt: Write a poem that gets shorter with each line.
Anxietyyyyy