Anxiety

Tendrils of anxiety 

Snake out 

And trap me 

Opening a hole 

Where my brain 

Goes down 

Finding everything 

That could go wrong 

A new crack in me

Another bit of self doubt

Trickles through

Anxiety stops me

From doing the things

That heal the cracks

And suck up the self doubt

I no longer

Speak up

I no longer

Want to be heard

All because

Of  anxiety

My what ifs

My rabbit holing

My self doubt

I no longer

Control my anxiety

It controls me

But I think

That I'm ready

To once more

Take control

To use a spunge

And suck up

All my what ifs

Like a magician

Except I'm not magic

I'm just human

I really hope

I can do it