Sometimes I find it hard to breathe
Trying to take in all the crap I hear everyday
Anxiety is in my chest
So tired wishing that I could rest
But everyday there is a test
Lord gives me the strength to push through
While helping me cope with the stress too
The pain can be overbearing
Air is so compact that even taking a deep breath is hard
So sighing comes easy like a relief
Like enhaling some strong greens in the hallway
Exhaling negativity and reflecting on the positive
Take warning to the circumstances , let go let God and just breathe ....
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
