Release

I have anxiety. It makes relationships difficult.

Deep breaths.

1, 2 , 3...

Deep breaths.

1, 2, 3...

Release.

Will the waves never cease?

Crashing forward and back,

as my heartbeats increase,

I brace for another attack.

Everything pushes forward,

it's all rapid and relentless,

this direction I'm going toward,

despite begging for a rest.

And through the chaos,

I grasp at flimsy straws,

anything to center my gaze,

to narrow this broad focus.

I fight against the rising tide,

but am unable to quell,

the pressured fear inside,

the unyielding hell.

As the years go on,

people around me disappear,

when I'm not as strong,

and my mind is not as clear.

I want to be better,

for you and for myself,

find the summer after winter,

and remember to enjoy life.

One gentle look from you,

and I feel the waves slow.

Not completely at peace,

but enough for a simple release.

Reviews

[ruth]

i can't exactly relate because i've never been medically diagnosed but the way you describe the emotions really just gets to me. it feels like i experience these things and everything is rushing in me. one word lines always get me. "release" is just so simplistic but it also says a lot. words truly are a mystery. and in the end, it comes down to the person you love to calm you. great poem.

[diaphanous]

Thank you so much!