Anxiety is
Shaking without the cold
Writing with trembling hands
Biting your fingernails like you want them to die

Anxiety is
Losing yourself in too much, too many
Wallowing in a swamp of self-pity
Having no compass, no guidebook to light your way

Anxiety is
Worrying about the future
About the past
How many mistakes you've made and will

Anxiety is
Facing your future with a bias
A future when everything spirals out of control
Where arrows rain on your head
and spikes stab at your feet

Anxiety is
Crying and panting into your pillow
As though it will twist reality

If only it could