Welcome back Wise Writers! Today’s blog post is about anxiety. I wrote this poem in my creative writing class when I was in high school. This poem really helped me understand my anxiety. It also showed me that I was not alone and anxiety is not something to be ashamed of. It is something we all struggle with at one point in our lives. I hope this poem encourages you. You are not alone.
This poem is titled Hamster in the Wheel of my Mind. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Hamster in the Wheel of my Mind
Anxiety makes gray clouds surround me. Frivolous thoughts pound in my head. Trapped alone in my room with nothing else to do. I wait for them to laugh and belittle me. I wait for the tears to drip down on my shoes. Starving and sleeping. Comes and goes when I have lost all control. Sneaking behind me and watching my every move. Feeling lonely and worthless. Worrying about every little thing I do. Ashamed of myself for letting it get to me. Company that never leaves. Feeling a tremendous amount of angst. Heart pounding out of my chest. Butterflies turn in my stomach. My head spins out of control. My hands constantly tremble. My legs shake uncontrollably. I fail to control my anxious thoughts. I wait for the stench of gasoline to overcome my body. Flushed face and teary eyes. My legs stiffen as the anxiety creeps in. Meaningless reasons and a voice that never leaves. Leaving a pile of regrets for me to see. I hate when it shows up at my door. It causes me to feel busted like a can. Sweaty palms and shaking arms. I fall to the ground struggling to get back on my feet. I sneak out of parties to go home and get some sleep. Anxiety loves to use me for their plans. They stomp and kick me to the ground. They’re the bully that lives inside my mind.
This poem is relatable to many, and your use of bold phrases helps point readers to anxiety being the neverending, always consuming problem that won't leave. I especially like "company that never leaves". Company usually has a positive connotation, visits from old friends or neighbors who stay a short while. But when they never leave, it adds to the exhausting and disorienting feeling of being out of control in your own home - in your own skin.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your feedback. This poem means a lot to me and it is one of the many reasons I enjoy writing. It is an outlet for me. Funny thing is, this is one of the poems I wrote in your creative writing class. I believe it is the poem that the principal at the time heard me read aloud to the class.
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