if anxiety were a poem
Skin,
vibrating with fear
of the unknown.
Lungs,
heaving shaky
puffs of air.
Eyes,
shifting side to side
looking for an escape.
Fists,
clenched and quaking
white-knuckled.
Stomach,
tying itself in knots
rolling waves of nausea.
Mind,
racing to find a reason
a cause for this unfounded panic.
Of course,
You don't see
I am breaking
Anxiety
Overtaking
This poem is about:
Me