Whenever I think of anxiety,
I can't imagine a monster.
I see a girl.
She's small.
Big brown doe eyes.
Two braids tied with pink ribbons.
She never talks.
She stays in a tight ball,
Her shaky hands wrapped tightly around her knees.
Her eyes are always glossy with fear.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone with her fears.
So she contains them in her heart
Weighing her down with troubles and sorrows.
I don't push her away.
I hold out my hand.
Because I know all she needs
Is for someone to say
Everything will be okay
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Escapism
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
