Anxiety

How do I explain?
How do I make you understand
what it means
when anxiety’s talons grip my soul
my heart
turning my mind against me.
Everything I know to be true
suddenly become lies
gnawing at me
eroding my self-confidence
for anxiety has a way
a way of making
taking
breaking
so I have no control.
All I need is the small stroking
of my mind.
There is a voice.
Insidious.
You will never understand
for it is my voice
repeating
whispering
snide remarks
that no one cares for me.
I need to be comforted
held
confirmed
to assuage the blackness within.
Anxiety.
Unless you have felt it
unless it has wrapped cold arms
wicked legs
winded its black way
through your body mass
until no longer do you know
which voice is true.
Anxiety.
Colors my world black
bony fingers snatching my soul
as I try so hard
not to let anyone see.
Sept. 30/18
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

26 thoughts on “Anxiety”

  1. Ohh I love this! I wrote a poem once in the middle of a panic attack, and while at the time it was something only for me in order to get through my anxiety, I recently shared it to my blog and in the past have shared it with friends, and only then did I realize how much poetry and writing can help us to find solace and friendship in hard times. I loved reading your poem and seeing that writing is an outlet for other people as well!

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