Breathe
Anxiety's grip, it's tough to breathe,
Like a heavy weight, it's hard to leave.
On my neck, it sits so tight,
But I'll find a way to make it right.
Each breath is tough, slow and low,
Anxiety's grip, it won't let go.
But with courage strong, I'll find release,
Free from this grip, I'll breathe in peace.
Copyright © Ariana Pataki | Year Posted 2023
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