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  • Writer's pictureÖzlem Özkan

A hand


I was shaking.

I couldn't talk.

I had difficulties with breathing.

I felt something.

A warm hand on my hand.

Just calming me down.

It was okay.

Whatever I felt.

It was all okay.

Whenever I shake again.

Whenever my breath gets short.

Whenever my mind gets busy.

I put my right hand on my left and whisper.

It is okay.

It is all okay.

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