Close your eyes
Hear the sound of your heartbeat.
Anxiety is a raging storm inside
Its thunder is your hidden pain
Its lightning, your flashes of reason
It manifests your imperfections into a
seemingly perfect, beautiful mess.
And you are left alone.
Anxiety waits to strike, there’s that calm
found in the hair-raising silence before
a clap of thunder, living in the fibers
of grass drowning in the rain.
Growing, growing, growing.
Close your eyes
Hear the sound of rain.