This is Anxiety

waves crashing on rock near mountains during datyime

Written By G.C.S

THIS IS ANXIETY 
It rips through like a gust of wind that flattens a child to the floor.
The waves not calm like on summer's day, but strong in a winter's storm.
It hits me.
The anxiety.
Heart race. Palms sweat. Head whirls and I’ll forget,
My focus, my purpose.
Anxiety takes me to a place where I can’t smile, 
Not even for a while.
The waves not calm like on summer's day, but strong in a winter's storm.
Wrap me up, bring me close, so I can keep warm.
But hands on me, become imprinted, painful even.
Heart race. Palms sweat. Head whirls and I’ll forget, 
Why I'm here, who I am, just focused on feelings, are people still believing?
This is anxiety.
My friend for life or my worst enemy?
Part of me or a parasite?
But how do I live, how to survive without the constant envelopment of this feeling?
This is anxiety.
It comes as waves, not calm like on summer's day, but strong in a winter's storm.
Anxiety.
 

 

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