This But That Poem by Crystal Pierce

This But That



Depression has me tired but
Anxiety makes it hard to sleep.
Courage has me wanting to speak out,
Anxiety has me shaking uncontrollably.
Pride wants me to stand tall,
Depression has me falling weak.
Victory sounds sweet but
my adversaries have me failing.
It's always this but that.

Monday, February 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: anxiety
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