Anxiously Hopeful
I am my anxiety
I am the limits it sets for me
I am the constant ache in my muscles
in my chest
I am the constant worry, stress
and paralyzing fear
My anxiety is not me
It is the limits I set for it
It is impeeded by the constant ache of hope
in my mind
It is inhibited by my constant resilience
and striking determination
I am not complete without my anxiety
But
My anxiety will never complete me
This poem is about:
Me