My stress like a never ending ocean,
Waves that crash into me sending me under,
Stealing the air from within my lungs,
Burning feeling in my throat,
The only thing that lets me know I’m still alive,
Light fading as I sink further and further amidst the dark blue waters,
That little piece of sunlight, that last bit of hope that pierced through the watery depths,
It starts to thin and fade, the burning in my throat growing overwhelming,
A headache forming in my brain as if it’d just explode,
The water is cold, my feelings growing numb,
The light now completely faded,
I am lost somewhere amongst these waters that go on forever.
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Another well expressed writing my friend
Thank you once again, wasn’t sure how this one was since it was more of a splurge moment writing about what I was feeling.
Every one of mine are done like that! Raw and real my friend
I know your writing is called stress but it describes anxiety aptly also. Very well I might add! Great job!--Christina
You are correct, a lot of times stress is followed by anxiety or the other way around. At least for me that is. Thank you for reading and I’m glad you enjoyed it.
My pleasure!
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