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Sarah Adams Nov 2016
You're in my blood.

Running through my veins,
while jumping to conclusions
And skipping over rationality.

slipping nakedly, ragingly, fearfully into that familiar muddy water
swirling with the same doubts,
The same resentment.
Floating in the heaviest way.

You're in search of the culprit,
shifting blame & igniting into terror
what was just mere fumes.

Your gravity seeping deeply through my sternum, my heart.
The subtle clenching, gnawing ache.
A swell welling up within my chest

And when the wave crashes,
It pulls you into the undertow
Drowning you with peaceful thoughts, saving my breath for breathing in life. Fastening anchors to your talons and casting you off without a second thought.

I regain myself when I throw you overboard. I again become purposeful, diligent, confident. And although I know you'll be back again periodically, one day I hope to find a way to forget your name.

Your name is Anxiety, Your name is Depression.
*you are not alone*

— The End —