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

Leigh

Addicted to watercolors, advocating for mental health, animals, and living in the mountains!

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