anxiety is my stomach
resisting the urge to cry
when it just begins, i barely notice
hear the indignant protests of
my silly, tachycardia-prone heart
in my throat, which closes
my eyes, which are exhausted
because usually, they cry
it is dull, aching pain
an overworked brain
a fear that has learned my name
breath running short
panic, enclosed
in the comfort of home
and in the unknown
and i am so tired
the weight of my tears
measured in the heaviness of my eyes
they forget
how it ever felt to be dry
it is spinning, aching
a heart that feels close to breaking
hands shaking, thoughts racing
vibration
music, playing
on my speaker
the sound waves a small complaint
to my screaming brain
i ask myself
to try and act sane
a weighted blanket
a cat, on my chest
i am trying to be better
i am acting as though
i know
what it is to be better
anxiety is
paralysis
but i am making light of it
i am fighting it
i am showing it what i'm made of
i am made of
love
positively
drenched in it
my anxiety
is really
love
worried
about those
i love
i love
that i love
so much.
19:48pm - 10/05/26
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Author:
Chloe S (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Wonderful poem 💯
thank you for reading!
I can really relate to this 💫
i hope it helped a little. 💗
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