ABC Poem



Anxiety, sweet sweet anxiety, will it be the death of me?

Blind dates, audiences, exams, family gatherings, meeting someone for the first time, public areas, work; the list goes on...

Can it just disappear? The shakes, the uneasy feeling but not only today, most days; maybe even twice a day; maybe it just started the minute I woke up; maybe it’s just all in my head!

Don’t, not today, not again, when will it end, does it end; but if it does, when, how much longer; so many questions yet no one has found even one answer.

Why, Anxiety, Why?

sad poetry
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Mickealla Stenulson

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