My Anxiety is a lion with a mane of barbed wire and claws made of rusty nails. It is always around when I try and fail.
My anxiety is a full, week old garbage bin. It stinks when it's around and stops me from succeeding again and again.
My anxiety is a blanket someone took off my bed, threw in the floor and didn't fold. It keeps me from being proactive, courageous and bold.
My anxiety is a choke-hold under water with my friends waving goodbye from the shore, I try to swim but sink into the deep boggy moor.
My anxiety is a pirate ship sailing on the water and I've got a target on my back, making me perfect cannon fodder.
My anxiety is a demon that haunts me day and night, keeping me from sleeping and all I can do is hope and pray someday I will finally be alright
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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