Anxiety
i’m breathing in and out
rapid and unsteady
i have serious doubt
finding i am unready
i don’t know what to do
i’m pacing
i couldn’t possibly see this through
my heart is racing
i know it seems like nothing
it’s everything to me
i often find myself running
that seems to be the key
there is something brewing within me
that something is called anxiety
-just breathe
This poem is about:
Me