(Credit to the artist of the picture above Haenuli Shin)
There is something wrong with me.
I don't realise how hurtful my thoughts might be.
Somehow it can distort our visions of reality.
It's the painful thing we call anxiety.
It wasn't until I first left my home,
My heart twinged and shocked me to the bone.
I wanted to be by myself, without being alone.
A Queen without a comfortable throne.
The thoughts of going outside,
Like water, crashed onto me like a powerful tide.
Saying "Don't go anywhere you might even die."
King Arthur worried about losing his pride.
But this is just a feeling,
A deep pit of honest reeling,
Stronger force to bring you kneeling,
But Oh, the loss of your child's eyes beaming,
Maybe this feeling has a deeper meaning.
And maybe it will lose it's grip, when your inner bravery starts breathing.
-Abi
(I hope this poem brings light to all the people going threw Anxiety everyday, and still wake up in the morning. You're not alone😊)
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