Anxiety and Hope
my head is constantly telling me
I am scared, I am anxiety
chest hurts, nervous, taking prescriptions
panic attacks, pain, and other mind numbing symptoms
but through and through I try to find hope
like a person who saves lives, medicine and stethoscope
a gleam of hope that brightens my day
brushing the feelings of uselessness away
acceptance, integrity, and excited for life
they truly melt my heart, cut my fears with a knife
they may not know I exist and that's fine, it's okay
beacuse their prescence on my phone keeps me going everyday
This poem is about:
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: