Anxiety

ANXIETY
A wave that grows from deep inside of me
to bring me down--I feel it start to grow;
its only name--is called--Anxiety,
where it comes from--no one could ever know.

As tiny needles prick my skin--I feel
sensation of a drifting tenderness-- 
all hot from here to there--and so un-real--
it leads my mind to only second guess

at what's invading to the soul of me,
those tingles from my fingers, to my toes
abducted from my world of sanity,
I fall into a darkness no one knows.

And shaken to an end I can't embrace--
I feel its kiss--but never see its face.
   
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Vee Bdosa

February 21, 2016 at 9:18 AM

Drs. try and treat it with drugs, just like they try and treat everything else. I believe the treatment, the cure, is within our own selves. I saw this in everyone I met, they are absolutely wonderful people with a PA pattern, and the our doctors make junkies out of them as well. I believe you have and you are the answer.

Vee Bdosa

February 21, 2016 at 9:15 AM

Kelli, hang in there, I was thought to be PA as well, either they were wrong or it is under control. I actually wrote a song called PANIC ATTACK, it is on YOUTUBE, search for "vee bdosa" then "Panic Attack" it came from working as a volunteer and meeting several people, mostly young beautiful ladies, who suffered from PA, a short song that trells how it is. It is terrible. Then it is wonderful. It is up and it is down, it is euphoria then agony. My prayer goes out to you, Drs let you down.