Anxiety Personified

A poem about anxiety

And I gasp for breath...

I feel the waves crash over me,

Crushing, fleeting.

I feel the fears drowning me,

Holding me down,

Holding me back.

I try to catch my breath...

But I just can't.

Too much consuming me,

Though I try to not be bitter.

I can overcome,

I will fight back.

The emotions and the fears,

A crippling pandemic.

Anxiety clutching to me like a scared child,

She won't let me go, 

Won't let me just live.

I try to let go,

I try to run.

But Anxiety finds me every time.

Do I need her? Or does she need me?

Anxiety will always get the best of me.

Reviews

[Jax Alessa]

I feel your words describe more than just a moment, but personifies anxiety itself. I enjoyed this and felt your writing in yours words, almost as if i was experience anxiety in that moment. Great job!

[Nightingale Silva]

What can I say? Anxiety is both my best friend and my worst enemy...who'd know her better than me?

[Rail G. Supra]

I'm speechless. In a good way, not the typical bad. I can't even think of where to begin! This is really amazing, I can't figure out which one captures me more: the onslaught or the personification itself. Really great work!!!

[Nightingale Silva]

^^ Thank you so very much