Get Out

Get Out

My butt is firmly planted to the seat.

Get up.

Get out.

It’s on repeat.

Around and around my fear does run.

Ain’t anxiety lots of fun?

Breathe in,

breathe out-

I’ve lost count

of breaths taken,

swears said.

I cannot stand

the swelling dread.

Calm the tidal wave inside my head.

Break through the haze with an action or two.

Put on your socks,

tie your shoes.

Stand up,

walk to the door.

Go outside, create and explore.

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Thanks for sharing this poem about anxiety....

I have experienced this emotion for as long as I can remember......(many years!!)

The only way I can find peace is to fully embrace it and make friends with it......

This poem awoke me from my evening slumber and reminded me of its presence...

You do a good job of describing its ways here.......I loved the final lines:

Go outside, create and explore.....:)

BB73

[LeslieNoel]

Thank you for your compliment! I appreciate it!