full of tangled strings
not one ever willing to uncoil.
fighting back tears
not one will fall until tonight.
zipped shut tight to keep in your words
not one ever said.
feeling like sandpaper as your swallow the painful truths
not one ever being wrong.
caving into nothingness with the stares
not one with a friendly gaze.
clenching as it beats
not one is ever steady.
always unsettled with the clustered noise
not one ever trying to quiet.
shaking as you try to stand
not one strong enough to hold you up.
unmoving because of these overwhelming feelings
not one ever leaving you alone.
this is the anatomy of anxiety:
the experience of dying
but being alive for the aftermath.