It starts in your head.
Ambiguous Perception
Stubborn Fatigue
Silent afflictions.
Then you feel it in your throat.
It drenches your skin in salt
Ragged and dry.
Your chest
With every heaving sigh you
Feel it.
Like your lungs are too tired to breathe.
air is too big to pass through.
Like you have no energy to breathe.
“Inhale, exhale”
Such a complicated matter
All that rises must fall.
Where is the balance with that?
Then it enters your legs.
Every move you make hinders your progress.
““What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun?”
I keep asking myself the same unanswerable questions.
No answer.
How much can I take?
With Him,
There is no limit.
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Author:
julia<3 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem with the intent to describe the confusing and difficult emotions I was feeling. “Him” could be anything or anyone who gives you strength. It could be a loved one, a place, the universe, or a God. I am a Christian who is struggling with my mental health at the moment and this poem reminds me that each time I have anxiety I can look to my God. (For non-religious readers you have my respect to change the “Him” to anything else:) To those who feel inspired, what is something that brings you peace?
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