When you seek the Bible for peace
But the peace doesn't come in the way you want...
More like need..
Anxiety is still there with claws sunken in so deep
You can't shake the feeling away
Small glimpses of hope and smiles comes out in a rarity
Fake it till it's true
When will that be?
When I'm older and don't feel like I'm drowning?
Or when so much time has passed?
That makes me have regrets to not taking the opportunities that once was in front of me
Anxiety is debilitating
Never wavering
Always hiding
Sneaks up latch on to you till you break
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Internal Woes
PoetryPoetry that contains life experiences. childhood trauma, a woman battling anxiety and depression. Thank you if you choose to read this. If it's triggering to you it's okay to not continue reading. Your mental health matters.
