Saturday, January 15, 2011

Anxiety


Hard to breathe
Heavy chest
Cramped
Combustive
Needing air
Needing space
Needing flight
Need to see something different
To run, to move, to change
Latency is the enemy
Detrimental to my sanity
Tempted to hyperventilate
To scream
To cry
Knowing what I need
A pill
A drug that calms, numbs
Equalizes
But a drug
Not a cure
Where is the cure?
Run, Run, Run!
I move it away
Sweat it off till it disappears
Till its outside of me
No longer existing
The toxin is gone
My heart is racing
Pumping calm sanity back in
This natural drug
I can breathe
I can cope
I am in control again
I can exist without this enemy
This is the real me
I can smile again
I have found my cure

3 comments:

  1. Wow tissa! You are so good at poetry!! It really comes from the heart!

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  2. TISSA!!!! this is what i'm talking about!!!!!! i honestly have nothing but praises for this peom!!!!! your style that you used in this poem reminded me so much of my favorite author "Ellen Hopkins" the way that it was really sketchy and jumping all over the place really brought out the feeling of anxiety. it was almost like i had to read it fast or something horrible would happen!!! this poem is definitely my favorite of yours so far. i give it five stars and hope to see this same energy channeled into your other writings :)

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