When Panic Comes

When Panic Comes

It begins—

The numbness creeps in,

makes me want to hum

just to feel grounded.

My chest tightens,

cold and sharp

like a frozen weight pressing down.

I want to scream—

but I don’t.

I’m caught in the stillness.

My mind spins like a storm,

my heart races

as if it’s running

from something unseen.

I’ve walked through this before.

I know the path.

God, I lean on You again.

In this spinning room,

in this heavy air,

in this ache I can’t name—

You remain.

You are my peace,

my anchor,

my steady hand.

You whisper,

“You are not alone.”

You hold me

even when I feel unsteady.

You calm the storm—

not always around me,

but always within.

So I keep breathing,

keep hoping,

keep trusting,

through the shaking and the unknown.

Because You have me,

always here.

Always now.