Anxiety

I feel... anxious

Like fear is what I am made of.

Shaking hands and legs

like an addiction withdrawal.

Feels like I have barbed wire 

stretching and squeezing around my neck and lungs

Mentally bleeding

draining into the bathroom tub.

Tears are welling

as my face keeps swelling.

I want to run

but I'm scared I'll fall.

I'm so cold

that I feel like I'm fading into thin air.

My lungs keep adding another breath;

seems like too many;

they're out of rhythm with my heart beat.

Just wishing for that balance. 

Author's Note

Don't let the monsters control you.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Suffering from anxiety is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. My first bout with it was when I lost my grandmother and older sister within four months of each other. I had an attack on an airplane of all places, and to settle myself down, I literally took my wallet out of my purse and pulled everything out of it, just to make myself focus on something other than my fear.

I'm always looking for that balance. Nice to meet you, Annie! Good work!

[Annie Nicole]

Yes, anxiety is something that I've had to deal with for years, luckily I'm beginning to learn how to use it for good rather than let it control me. Thank you and I am glad you enjoyed the poem!

[Trouble]

You capture the emotion in so many words amazingly! Good work!

[Planet x]

Love this one, so many will relate

[Coyote Poetry]

Perfect description of anxiety.
"My lungs keep adding another breath;
seems like too many;
they're out of rhythm with my heart beat.
Just wishing for that balance. "
Your description above. Is true. Balance is needed to be found when we are overtook by the anxiety of life. Thank you Annie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Annie.