Anxiety – An original poem

I have a thought –

And it won’t go away – It sounds like me in my head…

The thought – seems to come when I least expect it. 

When I don’t need another thing to think about…

I sometimes think – why am I thinking like this?  

Why can’t I stop thinking like this? 

I just think and think and think and think and think…  

And then I realize – I haven’t taken a breath in a minute… 

My heart is racing – my head is swimming –  

if my mind was a body I’d be soaking wet

from swimming in my thoughts  

or the cold sweat…

because I am still thinking about that thought… 

Is this what it feels like to be anxious? 

Should I talk to someone about this?  

If I’m honest that idea just makes me think  

What’s wrong with me? 

Am I broken? 

Why won’t my mind shut off?  

Why am I worried?  

I have a great life – people are starving in the world…

I have a full belly and a full bank account  

And a head full of thoughts…

and now I am worried about being anxious… 

Do you ever worry – about worrying about worry? 

I think about that all the time… 

I have a thought … 

and it won’t go away.


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