Anxiety

1/3

Because the grapevine is wild;

Every step, every uttered thought,

Is going to reach it-

Sooner or later.

And you sow the seeds yourself

The fruits it bears are your

Missteps, mistakes and misadventures.

Playing a twisted game

Of acting like a broken record

And as luck would have it,

It'll only play when you are least prepared for it

But are you ever, really?

Nude by Harry Holland

2/3 

It's like the uninvited guests

Who try to barge in

When you don't even have the strength to get up from your bed

And there's just clutter- in your room, in your head

You would give anything for them to think

There's no one home.

3/3

Sometimes you are going to wake up 

At wee hours in the night

You'll be sweating

And you wouldn't know why

You'd want to cry and yell

And your heart would race, running from the voices

You'd doubt everything and everyone.

Yourself the most.

You'd apologize to yourself over and over again

Seeking forgiveness for sanity.

You'll realise how stability is a blessing

You'd want to go back in time

And erase it all

Or

Perhaps you'll do it all over again

Because you didn't know any better

Oh dear child, be a little easy on yourself

It gets better.

Breathe.