Anxiety is

Anxiety is like walking up the stairs too fast.

You can't catch your breath.

It feels like a matter of life or death.

And your mind tells your body it's serious.

You fight to find stability,

But the world around you is moving faster than your feet.

Anxiety is bright, bright light.

A dark, blurry tunnel surrounded by white.

It is scorching heat,

Rising from your feet.

Filing the blood vessels right beneath,

Your vulnerable skin, so sleek.

Constricting your heart as well as your mind,

As you fight just to find,

A single sentence lost in tangled thoughts.

But your ability to think clearly comes to a screeching halt.

It feels like biking down a hill too fast and it's not your fault,

When the tires flip you over the handle bars onto the asphalt.

You lay there speechless unable to comprehend. 

You feel like your life is coming to an end.

As it flashes before your tunnel visioned eyes,

At that moment you despise,

Your aching soul that's been compromised,

By the conniving words that endlessly float through your mind.

She will never escape from my head.

No matter how many tears I shed.

No matter how many years ago I fled.

No matter how many drinks, I still pretend

That I am fine.

But I always hear her in the back of my mind.

I just want peace in a positive mind,

But until then I'll pretend that I'm fine.

Because anxiety is like walking up the stairs too fast,

And I still haven't caught my breath.