Shifting plates

Swaying with the autumn wind,
Swept about with every gust
Never landing, never settling

So far from her branch
Broken off and now
Drifting along with the torrential tides high

Wave upon wave of uncertainty
Ripples of opinions
So far from the pebbly beach

Withdrawing after each crash
Each crush
Falling past the edge of cliffs

Down the rabbit hole
Through the clouds
Two feet always on shifting plates.

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Anxiety

It’s waking up at 6:48am worried you missed your 8am alarm.

It’s dreaming of work and waking up wondering if you’ll get scolded at work today.

It’s having your boss come into the room and having acid reflux, stomach tightening in knots. Fear gripping you with clammy fingers.

It’s your breath catching in your throat as you pump oxygen in and out like cyanide.

It’s crying in bed at nights before sleeping, and waking up to tears as you force yourself out of bed. 

It’s staying home on weekends cause you’re too tired to go out and face more people.

It’s depression coupled with nerves and fear and worries.

It’s knowing you might not be fit for normal work life and wanting xanax or sleeping pills.