Whispers of Anxiety

It creeps in quiet, soft yet strong, A shadow where it don’t belong. A whisper turning into screams, A restless tide that drowns my dreams.

My breath is short, my hands are tight, A weight that presses, steals my light. The world outside moves fast, so loud, But I am lost within the crowd.

A thousand thoughts, a tangled thread, A war inside my weary head. What if, what now, what’s yet to be? An echo loops—won’t set me free.

But still, I stand, though knees may shake, Though fear may pull, though hearts may break. A breath, a pause, the storm will fade— The dawn will rise. I am not afraid.