Lenisha Rangsa
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Dear Anxiety,
Aren't you tired of sticking with me?
You keep on telling me that I am not good enough inside my head,
And I was fool enough to believe what you said..
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Feel my kiss
When the wind blows,
Remember my voice
When the river flows.
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Easy to take,
But hard to give.
Easy to lose,
But hard to win.
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I feel it in the quiet spaces,
Where words hang still between us,
Like secrets too heavy for the air,
Yet lighter than the trust we share.
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I am a lost child,
Born into a family that doesn't like to smile.
I aim for perfection,
And daydream instead of taking action.
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Love is pure,
Love is trust,
Love is the warmth I long for in a hug.
Love is false,
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Grief is quiet,
Grief is loud,
Grief is the silence that screams in a crowd.
Grief is sudden,
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Lenisha Rangsa Biography
Hailing from the lush hills of Williamnagar in Northeast India, Lenisha R. Marak belongs to the vibrant A'chik tribe and speaks her heart fluently in Garo, emotion, and verse. A soft-spoken soul with a sharp pen, she writes poetry that dissects the anatomy of feeling — love, grief, trust, healing, and hope — with delicate honesty and lyrical grace. When she's not stringing words into poems, she's vibing to 'Sun and Moon' by Phil Wickham, or snacking on her top-tier faves: broccoli, cucumber, persimmon, mango, lemon, and bamboo shoots (yes, in that order) . Follow her journey on Instagram: @kookie.hunter)
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Dear Anxiety
Dear Anxiety,
Aren't you tired of sticking with me?
You keep on telling me that I am not good enough inside my head,
And I was fool enough to believe what you said..
When you're gonna make me feel pretty?
Oh, I tried my best to make myself happy.
My oh my! Anxiety,
Can't I have a little privacy?
You're no less than a killing spree,
When you're gonna set me free?
You made me suffocate while I am still breathing,
In the midnight, filled my head with overthinking.
Spent sleepless nights all alone,
Thought it'll be better by dawn,
My self-esteem started to shrink,
And sadness came before I blink.
If you ask me, 'Are you okay? '
No, I am not okay,
I always feel rejected,
Rejected by my own self.
I feel stuck even though I can roam freely,
The personality I wear, is not what I am truly.
It's been a while without a fake smile,
Lying on my bed in exile.
Oh Anxiety,
With this, I plead
Let me be me,
And have a little mercy on me.
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