The Rushing Tide Inside of Me

To have anxiety. It feels like a rushing tide inside of me.

My mind is whirling, packed full of debris.

Some days this is worse than others.

How I long to be unbothered, peaceful like my brother.

To God, I pray, laying before Him this plea.

But I look ahead and big, scary decisions are all that I see.

The future looming before me, like a large and ever-present tree.

It is stuck in my mind. I feel smothered.

Oh, to have anxiety.

The thoughts in my head, buzzing around like busy bees.

One day I know it will end, and my mind and heart shall be free.

These feelings that plague me will no longer be a bother.

I will be at peace, steady like my mother.

But for now, here I sit, sipping a calming tea,

Hoping no longer to have anxiety.