Anxiety
You cling to me like a wet t-shirt,
Uncomfortable–
weighing me down, yet settling in like a second skin.
I smile, laugh, and let those who just drowned me
in the water of lies and life
think I am unphased.
I move my chest – up & down-
as if to take a breath,
so that they know I am okay.
But inside I am SCREAMING for
A I R
for L I F E,
for P E A C E.
My brain, a fog of
cyclonic forces raging against one another.
Voices saying –
you are enough,
it’s okay,
you’re not drowning,
just breathe!
Oh! I do not want to be exposed
by the power you have over me.
So,
I run, I hide, I do everything I can to remove
the remnants of your assault.
I struggle to peel off the weight,
leaving my naked skin–
my most authentic self.
Hoping this time,
changing the outside circumstances,
will alter my inside–
creating a safe place for my mind to hide,
and my heart to rest.
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Your imagery is strong.
“You cling to me like a wet t-shirt,
Uncomfortable–
weighing me down, yet settling in like a second skin. ”
…and so hard to remove!
Yeah, I think you’ve nailed what anxiety feels like. Well done!
Thank you! Unfortunately, I know it all too well.
I like all of this poem, but the fifth stanza, revealing your authentic self, is the turning point…