Anxiety

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

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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