Poetry: Anxiety

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Hands clutching round my throat

I struggle for a breath.

Heart beats pounding in my chest

I struggle to get free.

 

Captor laughs in scorn

Mocking words: “You want Free?”

His grip tightens harder

As his fingers interlock around me.

 

I writhe and struggle

Gasp and try scream

Desperate words: “Let me free”

But this captor has no mercy for me.

 

The lights and room start to blur

I know my minutes are few

I lurch forward once more

To try shake his hands off me.

 

“I want free,” I moan

But nothing can change the grip

Until I realize first my captor

He is named Anxiety.

 

Always believe. Always hope. Always love.  💓
*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@krivitskiy

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