Poetic Disaster

Anxiety is crippling
Shaking, gasping, the world seems to spin
The smallest things trigger it
Do you know how long it's been?
since I've actually had a calm
Knees weak, eyes tearing
Wipe the sweat off my palms
But there seems to be a way for me
To exprest these fearful words
Art comes in the form of music
Even the melodic chirping of birds.
The pen is the mightiest sword
Writing is another form of art
That seems to put my anxiety at bay
And puts a still to my heart.
So poetry is my medicine
Keeping me calm through out the storm
Expressing feelings that I can't speak
In the most beautiful art form.

This poem is about: 
Me

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