anxiety
cold clenching
drawing the innards
sharp claws of ice
cold seeps through
escapes in sweat
breath comes short
lungs drawn tight
shaking in the limbs
unable to move
unexplainable fear
washing through me
not letting it touch
not getting a hold
pushing through
struggling to breathe
seeking the calm
chanting a mantra
restoring confidence
difficult road ahead
hoping for the peace
I've always felt like this topic would be an amazing one for you to write about. I was not disappointed. Reading the first stanza made me very upset. Watching you "handle it" in the second stanza made me cheer inwardly. How can one not be moved.
ReplyDeleteI didn't relate to "not letting it touch"...what is it not supposed to touch?
It is about the struggle to not let it touch me.
ReplyDeleteThe anxiety was very real in the first stanza and I can actually feel your struggle to calm down. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, of course. That makes perfect sense. I'm not sure why I didn't realize that. Thank you for clarifying. I agree with you Clarissa...a very real portrayal of what some of us experience briefly and others live with day in and day out to varying degrees.
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