Panic

I feel the anxiety building up,

I've already had more than enough.

It feels like a time bomb.

Ticking quicker and quicker, about to explode.

First comes hyperventilating,

Next comes shaking.

The shaking slows,

As my breathing flows.

As I feel the anxiety slowing down,

I feel myself begin to ground.

I have suffered from generalized anxiety disorder for years. Back when I wrote this poem, July 27, 2021, I was having a very rough day when it came to my anxiety. I wasn't sure how to help relieve it, so I did what I know best: wrote about it.