I can feel it coming back—

my anxiety.

It behaves like

a friend I have forgotten

but who keeps coming back.


I can never feel accustomed to it.

Every experience is frightening.

I can see a red board of caution

even on feeling the slightest symptoms.


I am panting a lot lately

since I am not feeling at ease

and like I am unable to breathe

except for some moments of peace.


I should have guessed

that I how can I be left

alone, comfortable and relaxed

and be rid of this friend forever.


I think I know

how to deal with it

but I really don’t know

how to handle its severity.


The next few days

may be filled with difficulties.

All I think I can do now is say

all the best to me.


Unaccustomed “Friend”

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