Flowers bloom in my throat,
Crawling up,
Thorns prod and poke.
Vines wrap around my stomach,
And my intestines too.
Wasps and bees,
And butterflies flew.
My heart beats with the sound of stampede's.
My tummy rumbling with the wolves growl.
My arms and legs crumbling,
As the ocean dehydrates,
And the desert drowns.
Tigers crawling up my ribs,
Roaring,
Like the rivers crashing down my face-
Anxiety- has won this race.
The ants crawling beneath my skin,
My clothing the blanket;
To an all you can eat picnic.
I'm not in a forest anymore,
No, but the forest I've become.
The locusts swarm,
And my resolve becomes undone.
I'm a safari gone wrong.
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Author:
MissileOfUncertainty (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: (Once upon a time I battle anxiety. I took meds- though those didn't help. And eventually I just learned to cope with it I guess? But every now and then those feelings come back. I'm just trying to explain how anxiety /feels/.)
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MofU, reading your excellent poem made me all itchy! No seriously, I do like it and wish you all the best. And don't plan on any safari soon.
Thank you! That was my intention~
You've done a great job expressing anxiety (which I also share). The first stanza is my favorite.
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. I'm glad that I captured its essence well.
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