So I rewrote this poem a few times because it just wasn't getting the mood and emotional fatigue of anxiety (as I experience it) right. To me anxiety isn't fleeting, it is persistent, it is leg-shaking and present everywhere all the time. It is distraction while driving. It is constant worrying about school and work.
There is no room for breathes, despite that being the sole advice given to people who are having an anxiety attack.
The consistency I wanted to capture in the pattern.
Hopefully this does it some justice.
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Bubble
Froth
Clog my veins.
And cause me to float, with the planes.
Breathe
Calm
Temptests blasting through
Confounds the mind, and blurs the air.
Oceans
Vast
Air, Air, all around
And not a breath to breathe.
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A Brief Visit
PoetryI lack extravagance when writing descriptions, so this will simply be my poetry collection. I'm no poet, and my writing could most certainly improve with time, patience and practice--but for the moment I am impatient and so will publish what I have...
