What is this feeling
pressing in my chest
a feeling, so feeble
yet prominent.
something bigger than imagined
taking over my heart.
I wonder, how could it be, for my mind
not being able to comprehend,
loosing the rational part
of the brain
when its the heart that’s worried
with a tiny concern as it looks
yet too large for its never dormant.
you fight and fight and fight
yet your heart always wins
imagining the worst of possibility
that feeling, right there
grabs you, chokes you and finally
shrinks you to the smallest bit.
I asked my heart, what is it
that’s deceiving me,
with all these thoughts preposterous
the heart, calming me down
whispered, anxiety my dear.
the wickedest of all feelings
is what is it.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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