i’m breathing in and out

rapid and unsteady

i have serious doubt

finding i am unready


i don’t know what to do

i’m pacing

i couldn’t possibly see this through

my heart is racing


i know it seems like nothing 

it’s everything to me 

i often find myself running 

that seems to be the key 


there is something brewing within me

that something is called anxiety


                  -just breathe


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