The Body of Anxiety

Fear or worry’ Fidgeting with the rings on my petite angelic hands. Nerves up high, questioning what's going to happen when I walk through those burgundy doors. Breathing in and out, almost causing a panic of defeat, Breaking barriers that weren’t meant to be broken. Texting them asking for advice, they say you’ve got this I got you. Nerves or advantages either way its anxiety, like a clown chasing you through a moonlit forest. Sleep deprivation. Fighting in my sleep- waking up in the middle of the night. Anxiety