Trigger Warming: Anxiety
Overwhelmed, breathless, problems crowding in
I write down my problems,
Drowning. Drowning. Drowning.
I tell myself just one thing-
Break it down, problems to bite sized pieces,
That are easy to solve, digestible they would say
And I breathe.
It’s impossible, a voice inside me crows,
And I close my eyes, holding onto conviction,
It can be sliced and diced and made bite sized,
It can be solved,
Tomorrow if not tonight.
(P.S.- I didn’t get sleep till the problems were gone, But what else is new?)
Author’s Note: Anxiety can be a pain…but if I can get through it, we can get through it together. Liked the poem? Maybe you can then…like, review, share, or pay what you will? Just a suggestion.
