Challenge
Lets shed some reality on mental illness. It's not cute, it's not a joke and it's not an excuse:
Write about a panic or anxiety attack.
I'd love to see poetry, short stories and glimpses into who you are.
The Vault
As I sit with my thoughts
The pot boils over
Scalding my mind with anxiety
The thoughts are hot, piercing daggers
That move from my head to my heart
From my heart to my limbs
Crucifying me where I sit
Unable to move
Frozen in this numbing pain
It's been so long
I cannot move
The weight on my shoulders
As heavy as my heart
I finally rise
Feeling alive
Now I walk with my thoughts
Hot, piercing daggers in my mind.