A Poem About Anxiety

Everything’s fine.

Everything is fine.

Brain: Nothing is fine.

What could it be?

I don’t know.

Why?

I don’t know. But look, the world is on fire.

I am not on fire. I am okay.

I am not okay.

Why not?

I don’t know.

Sometimes, it’s fine. Everything is good.

A black cloud appears above me.

It surrounds me, choking away my breath,

closing in

Filling my view with haze.

I want to defend, to fight

But there is nothing there to fight against.

Why?

I don’t know.

Am I okay?

I don’t know.

Will I be okay?

Maybe. Probably. Can’t be sure.

Better worry about it, just in case.