My Anxiety in 65 Seconds.



My anxiety is complicated.

My anxiety is simple.

My anxiety is stupid.

My anxiety is justifiable.

My anxiety is triggered by everything.

My anxiety is triggered by nothing.

My anxiety makes my heart stop.

My anxiety pumps the blood faster, so the pumps double as it speeds up the beating.

My anxiety beats on me

at the most inconvenient times.

My anxiety is loud as it barges through my front door,

when I am alone

causing sleepless nights.

My anxiety is patient

My anxiety is restless

My anxiety is unsure

My anxiety trusts no one and nothing

My anxiety trust no things

My anxiety wants to touch all over me

My anxiety wants to bite all the skin off my fingernails as they continue to scar up, swell up and bleed.

My anxiety is a curse

My anxiety is prison

My anxiety is hopeless

My anxiety is winning

but my anxiety is a blessing

yes, I am certain that it is

my anxiety has blessed me

with the strength to start a panic

inescapable like the sound of trembling mountains all around me

and all the while

I can still breathe

a poem by R.K.B. (Ranequa Kelley-Boyd) copyrighted since December 11, 2018


R.K.B. is an award winning self-published Author, Poet and Entrepreneur from Detroit, Michigan.

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