How I Died [Selected Poem]

MY LITTLE ANXIETY

I don't know how and when it began, honestly.

It started with an overwhelming worries that came out of the blue.

That terrifies the whole out of me.

The constant feeling of something is wrong that eats me alive.

It makes my stomach feel sick, my vulnerable heart to almost skip a tic.

My body trembled uncontrollably and runs hot but somehow I'm cold.

Crying internally and thinking that I had lost my sanity.

And feeling an excessiveness distressed.

But nothing I can say, could speak of it, entirely.

But certainly, I'm in a deep misery.

Somehow, I heard it from somewhere else ‘Stay calm!’

But how possibly can I calm down?

When the world around me is spinning out of control and I can barely see?

It was the cause of my insomnia and an internal fights between my own self.

A day start that seems so right and would ended up with a sorrowful night that I couldn't possibly called as a day.

For it's too foggy and I couldn't barely see.

There are dark cloud inside my head, covering all the possibilities and hopes I built.

Rushed of a million of 'what if's?'

It lasted for hours, but could almost returned in an instant, If it may.

Deprived me from my productive episode,

I know you think I'm overreacting about these silliest little things.

Nonetheless, those silly little things, seems like the doom for me that the world could bring.

I know I am more than just my anxiety.

One day, I hope to be freed of it, entirely.

But until then, I will keep telling myself quietly—

“I am stronger than this,—I am stronger than my anxiety!”