anxietyA Poem by breanna.jpgdate written: august 28, 2015
help
it’s happening again. the racing heart the pounding in my head. shaking hands and eyes that don’t want to stay open. I am becoming lost. I need guidance, but everyone in this room has clipped their wings. I am an over thinker and the biggest worrier to date. every thing in my life is constant made up scenarios wondering when they will happen (they won’t) my therapist said to abandon the “what ifs” and cross those bridges when I get to them. let it go. but what if I don’t want to cross? I’d rather burn these bridges and watch the flames consume every worry every scenario with the reflection lighting up my eyes this is the guidance I needed. © 2015 breanna.jpg |
Stats
82 Views
Added on October 5, 2015 Last Updated on October 5, 2015 Authorbreanna.jpgAbouti am a photographer and artist who has just recently taken a huge interest in poetry. i use it as a creative outlet to help channel my emotions. more..Writing
|