Trepidation

Everything, nothing, feels like fire inside

Most of the time my mind is in flames.

My thoughts are hopelessly clouded by smoke.

The most simple things leave me drowning.

When I gasp for air

the flames in my mind engulf my lungs.

And I am breathless.

I pretend I'm okay,

despite the flames that devour me on the inside.

You can see them licking at my psyche,

but only in the sadness of my eyes. 

Somehow I feel nothing 

and yet everything

... all at once. 

Author's Note

An ode to my anxiety.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The mind is a wonder. We use a small part of own mind. If we used more. Maybe a better world? I liked your thoughts and your logic. Thank you Riley for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Asante]

To me, this speaks volumes to the anxiety that we all feel toward something or another. Wonderfully vivid displays in your writing, using flame and smoke to express the cloudiness that I can, undoubtedly, relate to personally.

Excellent work. :)

[Riley Justine]

Thank you :)
I'm glad you can relate to it so well. Sometimes explaining anxiety or an anxiety attack to people who don't have either to the extent I do is difficult. It's a breath of fresh air to have someone read and understand :)

[Asante]

Completely agreed! It is a tough feeling to word, which is ironic of us who write often, but you do it well here. :)

My pleasure!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

That feeling of not wanting to feel anything yet feeling everything is relatable. Nice reading it! keep up the good work :)

[Riley Justine]

Glad you enjoyed :) Thanks for reviewing!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You are welcome. My pleasure ☺