Notes by La'Rue

It’s midnight and she can’t sleep, so she makes her way out of the bed

she contemplates drinking to calm her anxiety, but opts to go walking instead

Back and forth she paces the floor, as the creeks start to make a high pitched sound

but nothing compares to the bass coming from her heart, as it gets louder the more it pounds

Her shirt is soaked and she doesn’t know which is the source, her sweat or constant flow of tears

she thought by now she’d have a handle on this, after all she’s battled it for over 20 years

Tick tock, tick tock, time moves forward, but she’s at a standstill waiting for the episode to pass

she inhales and exhales, while letting out a sigh of relief, because this time the attack was not so bad

30 minutes later, she’s back in bed, as if the attack never did occur

It’s easy for you to read the things that she goes through, but it’s not easy when I am her

And now you see, how debilitating anxiety can be!

Until next time my NOTE takers!

Deetra La’Rue