Anxiety.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 11, 2023


The stress builds
until my hands shake
and I can't sit still
or listen -
no matter how
hard I try.

All of these
situations
that are out
of my control.

My head spins
and spins and spins

~ until ~

complete panic.

The pressure
eventually leaves

but the damage
remains.

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Written 08/07/2023

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