The Fear and Anxiety Poem

The fear, the anxiety, it is like a knife that stabs at thee, every time I speak the words are like a blade in my gut ready to silence me.

No matter how I struggle the words don’t escape and I leave the world in utter solitude. My mind is now quieted, my words are now silenced, what more can I do to feel serenity?

 

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