“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” -Ian Maclaren

My worries,
my sudden fear of nothing,
my crying nearly everyday,
is my battle

Most of the time, I'm fine. 

But then there’s that something that leaves too late
and returns too soon. 
Something that would take away the spring in my step,
would falter my smile,
would trigger this overwhelming ocean of feeling trapped I never knew I had. 

Something I used to take for granted,
is how I miss the feeling of breathing easy,
and how I miss not having to second-guess,
every action,
every word,
every thought. 

Everyone is fighting a hidden battle and mine is my anxiety. 
I've been hiding this, 
but i have decided I don’t want to fight this alone.
And I don’t think I can.