How does one grapple,

With the overwhelming, pounding,

of anxiety?

It comes like a wave at high tide,

Sweeping the loose ground,

The foundation

Out from underneath you

Already unstable mind

Now a ball of yarn

Tangled and unraveled

The way back to

All put together

Is like an ocean voyage

With a forgotten map

The vessel bobbing lost

Only visions of what

It could be like

As lifeboats of hope to cling to

The taste of it all

Like a mouthful of sea

The bitter salt, the bitter panic

Unable to spit it out

Stinging the corner of eyes


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