There’s a thud that hits my chest at times like these. It’s heavy and still. Lonely. I’m not sure anyone who hasn’t experienced it before would know it’s chorus but for those of us who have, it is a familiar tune. A breath does little to lift it. Weighted down by the dread, I’m unable to move and free myself from its claws. Tear(s) form. Release. I try to breathe. I tell myself I’m not powerless, but the words fall flat my tongue thick- the sound rote. What will it take to shake it off, return to a previous state of being, to rise up above the clatter of such a familiar refrain? The question squeezes me and I linger there to find my breath, my feet, my voice, and remind myself I’m powerless no more.