Crippling with anxiety
A cycle that lives on repeat
Peace is what I really crave, but
My anxiety takes control of my brainwaves
Fight, Flight, or Freeze
My body won’t stop shaking until I fall asleep
Is this how it is always going to be
Overwhelming rigidity
Why does my mind lie to me
Telling me what I should believe
Spinning into cycles
As my mind falls into chaos
My body slowly follows
Everything feels hollow
My heart is racing fast, tightness in my chest, sweaty palms, and slower breath
This can’t be much worse than our inevitable death
I hate how my anxiety has made me fallen
Into its trap that I somehow always crawl in
The more I try and chase my anxiety away
It has already tagged me in the next game of play
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Misha Kelly
Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life
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Very sad poem of hopeless feeling. Some time riding it until it subside on it’s own instead of trying to fight the feeling,can be the key to winning the battle of anxiety. 😔