Anxiety?
Yeah, she has a hold of me! No matter what I do, she won’t set me free.
She has a grip on my heart, it’s like some kind of sick art.
The theme is always changing, my thoughts are always rearranging.
I try to push her away, but to no avail, she is persistent and wants to stay. She will keep me awake without fail.
She’s been weighing on me forever. I am learning to contain her; however.
Step by step, day by day, I know I will find a way!
I won’t let her hinder my growth! Go ahead, take that as an oath! My word is true, I know what she can do!
She’s accompanied me to the bottom and made me feel just rotten!
She paints a bleak picture and always keeps it with her.
Although she is with me, that picture I don’t always see. I push it away every minute of every day.
Sometimes I see a glimpse, and yes, it makes me wince.
I don’t let it overcome me, though. My persistence to her I want to show!
With my life, I am painting my own picture, it is slowly getting bigger.
As it grows, so do I, and her picture looks more and more like a lie.
Hopefully, one day she will disappear, and with her, take her fear!
Until she does, I will keep painting. For when she is vulnerable, I’ll be waiting!
(Anxiety is a poem by Justin Heupel) (Photo by Gabriel)
