Anxiety's Grip - A Poem By Adam Akers

Anxiety’s Grip

As anxiety's heavy fog descends,
A weight that presses, never ends.
It builds and swirls, a churning sea,
Until the storm breaks, and I'm lost in me.

The calm before, a fragile peace,
A whispered promise, "It won't release."
But tension coils, a tightening spring,
The anticipation, a heart that clings.

The world outside recedes from view,
As inner turmoil takes its cue.
The thoughts that swirl, a maddening pace,
A discordant hum, in a troubled place.

In this chaos, I search for a shore,
A place to anchor, and be still once more.
But like a ship in a tempest-tossed night,
I'm driven by waves, without a guiding light.

The attack arrives, a crushing weight,
A suffocating grip, a desperate fate.
The breath that falters, the heart that races,
A mind that's lost, in frantic, fearful places.

But slowly, gradually, the storm subsides,
The waves recede, and I step outside.
The weight lifts, and I breathe once more,
A fragile calm, on shaky ground I stand once more.

Exhaustion claims me, like a winter's night,
A weariness that wraps me, in its darkening light.
The adrenaline fades, and I'm left drained,
A husk of myself, in the aftermath's pain.

Yet in the silence, a stillness falls,
A quiet peace, that soothes my shattered walls.
The world outside, in focus slowly comes,
A gentle light, that shines, and warms my numb.

In this quiet space, I find my way,
A path that's worn, but leads to a brand new day.
The memories linger, of the storm's wild ride,
But in the calm, I find a sense of pride.

Original Poetry Written By

Adam Akers

Copyright 6.2025

Poetry Published By

Eryn Dunbar