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 s...