Anxiety and The Spring Semester

I start class again on Monday, and I'm getting that usual pre-semester anxiety.
In honor of my second year of school and my anxiety, I want to share a poem I wrote in 2015, on July 23rd.


There's a lump in my throat,
A hand closing tightly.
It's not mine, but I'm doing this to me.
An unknown worry, a faceless fear,
Squeezes my neck, brings me to tears.
I choke on my own anxiety,
My heart tries to tear out of me.
Sweat on my brow,
Breath shallow.
I lie on the floor. A faceless nothing.
What will become of me.
This always gets the best of me.
I am choking on my own fears,
It's not safe here.
I feel like this will be the death of me.


It doesn't have the most uplifting ending, but that's life, and that's poetry.
Some seasons in life are ugly and difficult and heartbreaking.
That's all for now.

See ya.

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