I sit in the hallway,
my body shaking.
All the while,
my mind is contemplating.
Could reality be
colliding with this world,
I've created within me?
Suddenly my heart is racing,
my stomach is twisting.
I count to ten,
and just wish it would end.
A wave of nausea,
and I can't breathe.
I inhale deeply,
just wanting to think freely.
I get so agitated,
that my cheeks become heated.
Knees up against my chest
and I wonder,
if this is some sort of test.
How do I get out,
of these two places?
My mind becomes numb,
empty space of what used to be.
My body gets cold,
if only I had a hand to hold.
My eyes are hazy,
only a fog can be seen.
My face looks lazy
only a blank expression,
can you read.
I look at myself,
and this is all I see.
I'm scared,
of what I've come to be.
This is all,
because of anxiety…
This is a wonderful poem and it is the truth anxiety gets in the way of things and I am 11 years ol
You know, this is exactly how I feel when my mind simply starts rushing without control, making me scared and sick all of sudden. I believe you described the experience too well, I could literary see myself being the one sitting on the hallway as my mind has a war, but it's hard to see it from the outside world. Thank you so much for creating this, I really admire your work.
Your depiction of anxiety attack is well conceived and deeply detailed. An insightful creation and brilliant work of art. Thanks for sharing Katrina and do remain enriched.
I wrote this in high school in the midst and right after an attack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I need your help with writing my poem there is my email andrea.arreolagonzales56@stu.bryanisd.org