O Incessant Anxiety

Anxiety came knocking at my door years ago with her powerfully overwhelming presence. I opened the door a crack and her tendrils snaked through, infiltrating like a putrid stench - finding her way into every crevice and crack, into every stitch and every fibre of my being. As I took life's stage the crowds would call her name and she would visit with soft kisses that stole my breath, her icy touch raising the hairs on my skin, while she plucked at the chords of my spine like it was her favourite instrument.
She pushed past the doors of my mind and explored every corner, reaching into the darkest of shadows and pulling out delicately painted scenarios which clouded my vision. She would seize my voicebox for herself, squeezing out forced appreciation as she bid me take comfort in knowing her as my one constant. "You're never alone", she said. "I'll be here to seize the reins when the seas of familiar faces part down the middle to let you through."
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Shy, they'd called me. Awkward and easily intimidated. A title which I claimed as anxiety claimed me - and made my chest her throne, sitting heavy on my lungs as her fingers drum excitedly on my heart. She'd leave pools of bitter tears in her wake and a promise of return.

A poem for mental illness awareness week and World Mental Health day

A/N: I have a week off from tests yay! But all my exams are quite literally right after each other. No days in between >:( speaking of which, I could definitely use a lesson or two in not procrastinating. Maybe then I'd have a fighting chance come exam time. Talking about procrastinating, I may or may not be obsessed with the series Black Mirror (I need more episodes srsly) and Star). Anyhow, please vote and leave comments, tag anyone who might know what this feels like and leave a message of encouragement. And enjoy the rest of your day!

all the love,

xx
Benita