Ode to Anxiety

 In poetry

Anxiety

You never were a friend to me

You squeezed and squeezed and squeezed

The life from me

 

Cold clutch around my heart

Stomach full on uneasiness

Sweaty palms and sweaty brows

Nauseous, sickness, queasiness

 

Anxiety

Why is it that when you’re in front of me

You block my sight like you block my air

And no matter what, you’re all I see

 

Pressing panic upon my pretense

You overtake my existence

Frozen I stand in a web weaved of lies

With force and with insistence

 

Anxiety

You never let me be

My screams are silent

You have stifled me

 

Breathe in, breath out

Release and then repeat

A never-ending cycle

Anxiety

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