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Anxiety poem


A heavy weight, a suffocating shroud, Anxiety's grip, relentless and proud. A mind adrift, in stormy seas, Haunted by shadows, whispering trees.

Heart pounds like thunder, a restless beat, Thoughts race like wildfire, a frenzied retreat. A prisoner of doubt, a captive of fear, Lost in a labyrinth, with no hope near.

Yet, in the darkness, a glimmer of light, A fragile spark, a flicker of might. A chance to break free, to find a new way, To face the storm and claim a brighter day.

Until next time,

Tim

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