This poem was the second poem I wrote for my Intro to Creative Writing class this year, and it is basically encasing what it usually feels like for me when I'm experiencing an anxiety attack.
A Wave of Disquiet
The moment of serenity is
broken once you’ve been struck
by your world encasing you with its
overwhelming standards. “You will never
be good enough,” it roars,
“You will never be enough,” it howls, and
your chest becomes an ever so
rapidly closing cage, your lungs and heart
pushing on all sides of the shrinking space.
You become dizzy, thoughts as harsh as
a frozen tundra whipping and whirling
round and round your mind. It will never
shut up.
Quiet. All you want is
quiet. Please, for all that is
Holy and Sacred. Someone, anyone;
you reach out with shaky and brittle hands. For
that beautiful and
wonderous quiet, like a tidal wave to
banish
the boisterous sounds drumming into your
ears, pounding into your thoughts.
You howl and roar back at the world, you
pray to anyone who will listen.
You are not a religious being, but you
pray for escape from the overwhelming fear
in your tear stricken eyes.
Freedom into the quiet once again.
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Rebecca Lemke
Hello! I am a 25-year-old college student who majors in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing. Creating poems and stories have always been a passion of mine and I really hope sharing them with you all will help improve and shape me!
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