Anxiety

He is my ever present companion, Anxiety. His voice, warm like a sping breeze, makes me question everything. If I listen to him long enough, I believe him. I let him sweep me off my feet and fill my head until my heart might burst. We are so well acquanited now that my body has a physical reaction when he’s near. Heart racing, my lungs stop working, and then he puts his weight on me as if he wants to hold me there. He told me once he was just trying to keep me safe.

Liar.

Sometimes his grip on me is stronger, and when he realized I was starting to fight back, he became angry. His voice was louder and he tried to keep his grip on me. I’ve never walked away unscathed but I haved walked away. I have beaten him. He is there though. He walks with me. Whispers in my ear so gently. He will always be my fight, my demon, but I do love a good fight.

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