AnxietyA Poem by Nandawula Regine Kabali-KagwaHow it feels to have an anxiety attack in real time
"Are you okay?"
Sirens drastically start blasting Red. Red. Red lights boom and bloom My fragile heart too weak for the rapid pace "Hey, what's wrong?" Leave me alone, I want to say The rope of pain around my neck constrict the words The flood gates at the bottom of my lashes Fight a war of holding me together Breathing... Inhales were a task too big for my somber lungs Air was too far to grasp Too slippery for my poor mouth to capture My chestnut skin glows pink Then red Alas the tears well up into an upcoming wave of dispair Waves that aim to be a tsunami I held my breath It's too costly to break right now In front of the eyes of this looming figure Eyes I don't wish to see Eyes that pierce me uncomfortably "You can tell me, why aren't you speaking?!" No I don't want to talk to you The weight is heavy for me, what would it be for you? You can't even uplift me on my lowest day The baggage... it burns and I have no protective gear this time I wasn't prepared for this assault I close my aching eyes Feel the pulse of my wrecked heart on my lids As one stray tear embraces the fall On my tender rosy cheek Gravity won once again The wet tumble began as it rained Over and over again on my beautiful face My amber lips quivered into contorted shapes My breathing rhythm highly unstable My tender heart worn out Anxiety glowing like the sun, like a star I begged for time to stop To give me a chance to have one last intake of air One last moment of dignity Anxiety laughed in my face and said, "not a chance honey, I'm here now. I'm here to stay" Accepting this ugly fate, I complied Took her hand and kissed it She smiled, "good girl" My heart was left alone to recover Air befriended me again and for a second I thought I was never going to make it But I did Repetitively Over and over again © 2025 Nandawula Regine Kabali-Kagwa |
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Added on July 11, 2025 Last Updated on July 11, 2025 AuthorNandawula Regine Kabali-KagwaSouth AfricaAbout🌑 Poet. Performer. Alchemist of Words. 🌕 I don’t just write poems, I channel energy. My pen moves with intention, catching echoes of emotion, fragments of memory, and sparks o.. more.. |

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