Hello, this is just to represent a piece of what it feels like to have anxiety and to feel like your heart is gonna launch off your chest. I haven’t written a poem in a while, and I surely haven’t shared a poem with the UN community. To all those suffering with anxiety, this a poem dedicated for you, and I hope I capture even the smallest bits. I hope you all enjoy reading this.
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Two.
Three.
Fingers dancing across the surface.
Drawing figures as I try to breathe.
The way my wrist became an embodiment of an easel, I am not at ease.
How my fingertips acts like an artist but a mathematician beneath.
Every line equates to a breathe.
But I can’t breathe.
A line to the left, a desperate call for air.
My heart has been caged inside multiple sets of bones.
Fearing that it will break apart at this very second.
A change of direction and yet I can’t still breathe.
Heartbeats similar to the number of thoughts flashing through my mind,
Yet it is opposite to the number of words I can spit.
Like a toddler learning how to walk and speak,
I choke on my words as I give up on my limbs.
I am weak.
Why am I here?
I can’t be here.
Just like the fingers of mine dancing, I have to make my grand escape.
It’s knock is near.
Again.
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Two.
Three.
It’s happening all over again.
Oh, Help, I can’t breathe.
such rawness! Your poem opens a door for people to step on the void; your persona offers such edginess. Truly marvellous! Hope to hear more from you.
I am very surprised, this poem is awesome!