Anxiety Poems

It is not so easy being weak

That night marked the moment  
When I unleashed my heart and secrets,  
Chasing a fleeting joy that ignites  
The curiosity of many women.  

My self-confidence faded,  
As the enemy claimed my heart.  

Confidence is about facing  
What terrifies you.  
I've dared to do it all.  

I

Half a Minute

Weighing up peace, love, and rage
wait a half-minute
you lose all the momentum
losing lines on stage

To you, I'm a fleeting breath
half a minute's worth
when you are my endless sky
casting a shadow

A painting without a name

I'm unsure of an image popping up in my head 
A dot locates alongside a crowd, with a space reserve
Until now, of its decay from the fresh dark to pale light 
Which has been started  the image once  begun to alive

It's been never so sure of that the disparity remained 
As a balanced

how did it get this far?

i'm at my wit's end
barely clinging to the last remaining illusion
~ hope being the rising sun



Wordku: 15-7-5 words

Sarah

   She had a loud laugh,
   Nervous smile on her wide flat face.
   Jittery body never staying in place.
   Liked to engage with women who were near.
   Seeking connection in the gym where she played.
   Always knew when she was here.
  

Waters of Today

Water pouring like a soothing rhythm. 
A rhythm trying to soothe a restless soul. 
Water rising almost to the peak, a faint scent of lavender lingering amongst the bubbles that hover atop the steaming surface. 
The warmth summoning me, to come and wash away the uncontrollable moments of today. 
Just a girl pouring her heart

Panic Attack

Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.

Scent of Citrus

Water rushing, steam rising, accompanied by the scent of citrus. 
Breathing in the scent of citrus suds to ground myself. 
Trying to keep myself sane. 
Water racing down my face, washing away the stress and pain of the day. 
No longer drowning the day out with water, back to reality.

Restless

I feel like I’m running for my life. 
Never a single moment of stopping. 
Constantly on the go, as if I tripled my caffeine intake. 
Feeling as if I’m being chased by a cheetah, barely escaping the kill. 
That constant feeling of doom towering over me. 
I just need a moment.

no title

       
like morse code ~
                     you read the rhythm of my breath
        
         

Time Cures

Time cures most everything
And helps to heal the breaks,
But shortages of resources
Tense and test the zeal,
Creating less of what time makes
And more for it to heal.

Burden of Freedom

Freedom is documented,
When new page opens,
unwritten words await,
But It feels like wandering in the mist,
Walking in the tangles of sin,
Rules feel like destiny,
Yet we are caged,
The sky was never the limit,
Still not the limit,
But are we strong enough
To make our own choices?

To open a new page,
To write our own new peace?
Will our story be told?
If

Was I Created To Suffer

In the depths of my soul, a question resides,
Was I created to suffer, to bear the weight of pain?
My days begin with tears, a sorrowful refrain,
A longing to live a better life, free from this endless strain.

I yearn to walk in happiness, like others I've seen,
But with each step forward, I stumble and fall, it

The Weight of Adversity

The devil's presence looms, a constant shadow on my back,
As I toil and struggle, my dreams stuck on repeat, never to crack,
The more I strive, the further I drift from the shore,
My knees tremble beneath me, worn from the weight of prayer and more.

The doors that once promised hope now stand closed and grey,
My heart,

Why did we stop talking?

How… how did it get like this?
Why… did we stop talking?
After a time… I stopped trying.
You… you… you were very tired to try.
No one did.

And… a friendship… that… no one acknowledged, but we acknowledged—
now doesn’t exist.
Exists… but…
I’m not the same person you talk to.

It was not love.
It was attachment to a person.
That laugh… that conversation…

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