5/23/2023

The ups and downs are constant

I cycle into different spaces

Anxiety and then depression

Then back to anxiety

This space where I’m held is suffocating

I exude anhedonia

Yet at my core is pure fear

Never have they held space at the same time

Life is difficult to experience

And at any moment I feel I might lose it

One more drop and the cup will overflow

I’ve been in the fight all my life

But now it feels like this round is more significant

I’m fighting against fate

I’m exhausted

Maybe She’s the anxiety at my core

Scared, yet full of more heat than my outer shell