Anxiety

It’s a heaviness in my chest,

an inability to fight the shortness of breath.

It’s an overwhelming sadness that comes in quick bursts of waves.

It’s a looming darkness,

A crushing feeling of inadequacy.

It’s a heart pounding,

Blood rushing moment.

It’s not the way I was built.

It’s not how I want to feel.

It’s not of my Father,

I know that.

But it’s all encompassing.

It’s a sadness I don’t to impose on others so I stay silent.

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