Explaining my anxiety, a poem
I rustle with the idea of sleep, one thought of many revolving around my brain like planets. Thoughts of worry for my friends, ex lovers, people I haven't talked to in weeks.
I cannot control them, or stop them from coming. I lay there helpless, with no battle armour except for a pen and paper. Shakey hands.
I write the thoughts, cross them out and rewrite them. Over and over. The phone rings, and my chest beats fast.
The thought of answering the phone, the unknown, makes my breathing slow. My stomach is bursting from the seems, pain I cannot control.
anxiety: fatigue, restlessness,excessive worry, fear, insomnia, nausea, trembling, racing or unwanted thoughts
I am a text book definition.
















