Surviving this thing called life
Surviving This Thing Called Life
Anxiety coils in my chest,
A tightness I can’t name,
Whispers of doubt,
Cold fingers tracing my every breath.
Fear crouches at my doorstep,
A shadow that never leaves
It waits, it listens,
It tells me I am not enough.
Worries like a river,
Constant, unyielding,
Carrying me to shores
I never meant to reach.
I try to trust the world,
But the echoes of betrayal
Ring in my ears,
Each step a question,
Each smile a mask.
I am trying
Trying to find the balance
Between hope and survival,
Between wanting more
And fearing the worst.
I wake each day
And hold on to the smallest things:
A breath, a moment of calm,
A laugh that breaks through the fog.
I remind myself
I have survived this far,
With trembling hands
And a heart that still beats.
I am learning
That it is okay to be afraid,
That even the fiercest storms
Can break against a soul
That refuses to be drowned.
This life
This endless, aching life
It asks me to keep going,
And I do.
I do,
Even when it hurts.
Copyright © JRE JRE | Year Posted 2025
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