Through it

through it

yeah  

I know the rules—  

plenty of smart people  

write about them  

online:  

don’t get attached,  

don’t get pulled in,  

stay objective,  

stay in control.  

it all makes sense,  

in theory.  

but here I am,  

two hours deep  

into the unsteady hum  

of body and breath,  

where the walls tilt  

and the air presses close.  

I could climb them,  

these walls,  

if I could find my footing  

inside my own skin.  

it feels like  

my head is swelling  

with static and light,  

like the only door  

out  

is through.  

so I go—  

step by step,  

moment by moment—  

until the air softens,  

and the noise fades.  

is the story finished?  

for me, not yet.  

for you, yes.  

don’t worry.

Corinne Wesley 

January 2026