Anxiety is the loudest companion I have ever had
some days it taunts me innocently
a little push
there are days I can isolate myself from the panic
days it is just a brush
of fingertips against skin
Today, anxiety has me grasped by the throat
fingertips became talons, piercing flesh
stilettos stamping on my heart
my grief drips
into puddles
the water runs
from my eyes, into hair
and this floor feels like the only thing left
I can count on for support
These are the days
I don’t know what to do with my hands
the days I cannot find myself in reflections
these are the days
I feel the most replaceable
I worry I will never be free of it
perhaps the anxiety finds comfort in me
The little pushes
throw me down skyscrapers
and suddenly
the floor doesn’t feel much like support anymore.
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Author:
Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2024 12:58
- Comment from author about the poem: based on separation anxiety, written in the middle of an anxiety episode.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Very relatable. Excellent.
thanks thomas!
Someday, there'll be peace. I keep telling myself. Hope, though just a glimmer, we reach. Regaining focus, until next time.. thanks for sharing. It helps to know we're not alone.
i can see my own progress and improvement, and it gives me a little more hope every day. we can all get there. thanks for reading 💗
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