Anxiety, My Unwanted Guest

I sit in my chair, lost once more,

And there it is—the feeling I abhor.

Like a lost friend who finds their way,

But I never asked for them to stay.

Why am I crying? I don’t even know.

Tears come sudden, silent, slow.

My hands feel numb, my breath is tight,

I don’t want to write—not tonight.

But life won’t wait, it doesn’t pause,

It moves ahead, without a cause.

It won’t stop and say, "Rest, my dear,"

It just goes on, year by year.

I don’t want to see myself this way,

Struggling just to face the day.

My hands try to calm, they hold me near,

"Take a deep breath," they whisper here.

But breath alone won’t set me free,

Why does anxiety return to me?

Day after day, she knocks again,

An unwanted guest, a lingering pain.

I don’t want to meet her, yet here she stands,

Holding my breath in trembling hands.

I tell her, "Leave," but she won’t go,

A shadow that stays—a ghost I know.