Anxiety

• Grace Rewell, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

A midnight-blue monster constantly follows
It screams in my ear, tormenting and questioning me
There’s no escape from this dark, empty prison
I can’t push my anxiety from my mind
A whirlpool of worry inside my head
I try to run but I’m not fast enough
Just like how I can’t outrun
The monster of my anxiety and fear
I see a glimpse of a golden glow
I race for it, for hope and calm
I am a desolate desert at night
I am empty and barren
With nothing left but a whisper of fear
But I don’t have to be
I can keep running for that golden glow
Then I will be free