Anxious Poem by Riley Choma

I am impenetrably silent, mentally awry, and a whirlwind of anxiety.

Pushing and pulling, I am constantly down, and the weight of the world is throwing me around.

My emotional state is one of black and white, and it can be best described as feeling in terms of all or nothing.

I dream but don't act because my thoughts are simultaneously the metaphorical restraints that hold me down.

Day or night I see in darkness, and like candle light, my saving graces appear as a small series of rarities.