Would she ever feel the same?
A rush of anxiety,
A wave of destruction,
Messed up her plans again and again.
She took a step toward the door,
Fighting every demon, that tried to drag her down,
She'd been there, so many times before.
Those four walls, were her safety net, her home,
The outside world a gaping hole,
Ready to swallow her up.
Finally she gave in,
Anxiety, you win! Yet again.
But she would live to fight another day,
Panic attacks, remained to give her strife,
But one day, she would beat them,
She would reclaim her life.
Jayne Louise Davies
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I would like to translate this poem