anxiety grips me in its hold,
a constant battle, never old.
my heart races, my mind spins,
worry and fear, it never ends.
tension builds, how to cope?
breathing deep, I try to hope.
but the claws of panic dig so deep,
breaking free feels like a leap.
yet through it all, I still survive,
finding strenght to stay alive.
YOU ARE READING
It's not a fairy tale.
Poetrythis is a book, filled with poems that either I wrote or saw inspiring. Some of them are about love, some about more dark things, writing is my way of dealing with the pain. I hope you find them inspiring also, or can feel some type of comfort upon...
