Recently, I’ve been suffering from severe bouts of anxiety. It hits me when I least expect it and can happen at any time, night or day. The last attack occurred last night, and despite the medication I take which normally leaves me very drowsy, I couldn’t sleep at all. When I felt calmer I put together this short poem expressing the reality of anxiety and its corrosive nature:
It comes from nowhere,
Hurtling towards me like an out of control train.
Body shudders as wave after wave of anxiety crash into me.
A tsunami of cruel and unwanted thoughts invades my mind.
Irrational, but oh so vivid, they refuse to go.
Corrosive fear eats into my psyche.
Beads of sweat distil on my forehead.
Heart thumping, threatening to burst through my rib-cage.
I want to vomit.
Nerve synapses firing.
Unwanted adrenaline courses through my veins.
Fight or flight.
I cannot stand still.
I must escape.
But to where?
Wherever I go it follows me.
Like a malicious shadow.
Vindictive and pitiless.
It is part of me.