My heart is racing
I feel it pounding faster by the minute and the shortness of my breath can’t seem to catch up
My sweat escapes the chaos inside me
It flees through my pores and my hands become drenched
Anxiety has hijacked my mind and my whole body surrenders
It is my god so I bow down and meditate on the thoughts
Like a drug they’ve become an addiction, but I try not to overdose.
As I dwell on feelings of worry, doubt and fear of what’s next, I panic, I cry, I lash out again
I need to escape
My heart is pounding. My mind is racing. My palms are sweaty. My body shudders.
Anxiety has come to attack