In shadows deep, where silence stirs,
Anxiety waits, its message blurs—
A ceaseless worry, a pulsing strain,
Of thoughts entangled, woven in pain.
With GAD, the mind won’t rest,
Each worry weighs, a heavy chest.
Every moment, a spark to ignite,
The fear of wrongs, of endless plight.
Panic strikes, unbidden it storms,
In racing hearts and breath deforms.
An unseen force grips tight and cold,
In waves of dread, the story’s told.
In crowded rooms, a quiet plea,
Social anxiety chains me.
A gaze too long, a word misplaced—
The mind recoils, the heart’s erased.
Then phobias, like towers rise,
Of spiders, heights, and flightless skies.
An unknown touch, a sudden scare,
Brings fear of places, here or there.
OCD, with thoughts that loop,
In endless rites, I’m caught in troop.
Compulsions serve, but only seem,
To soothe the anxious, waking dream.
And PTSD, those shadows kept,
Of moments lived, but never left.
Through flashbacks, tremors shake the night,
A mind held tight by fear’s old blight.
Yet hope persists, like dawn’s new glow,
With therapy to help us know—
That thoughts are strong, but we are too,
In each small step, a world anew.
