Anxiety Grips

But in the Grips of Anxiety, Hope Persists

When anxiety strikes, it can feel as if all hope is lost. The world darkens, and even the faintest glimmer of light seems to vanish. In those moments, it is easy to believe that nothing will ever change.

But hope, resilient and enduring, remains. It may be hidden, overshadowed by the heavy clouds of anxiety, but it’s there — waiting to break through.

In this poem, I share my journey through anxiety’s stronghold. It’s a raw account of feeling helpless and lifeless in its clutches, but also a testament to the human spirit’s capacity to endure and ultimately break free.

As you read, my wish is that you find a ray of sunshine peeking through your own dark clouds. May these words remind you that you’re not alone in this struggle, and that even in the depths of anxiety, hope is never truly lost.

Your strength is greater than anxiety’s grip. This poem is for all of us fighting this battle, day by day, breath by breath.

Anxiety lurks in the shadows,
A darkness that consumes.
Silent, yet deafening, It wraps around my thoughts.

When all seems done, I hear you — A whisper, barely there,
A feeble voice, a faint call.

Nothing that calls me is your power,
Nothing that holds me is your clutch.

A glimmer of hope,
A ray of sunshine
Peeks through the cracks
Of my dark room’s walls.

Here I lay defeated,
Tired and solemn.
You nudge me, oh so gently,
Prod me to wake up,
To open my eyes,
To move my fingers,
To breathe again —
However faint the breath.

My mind turns into a dark place,
Deep as the ocean’s abyss,
Black as a starless night,
Hollow as an empty shell.
Unable to move, fear grips me,
As days blur into weeks,
Weeks into months, years slip by.

The stronghold of scary hands
I cannot loosen;
It grips ever tighter.
I scream, but my screams are silent.
I cry, but my tears are dry.

But when the sky finally opens,
When light pierces the darkness,
It makes the struggle worthwhile.
A faint call becomes a chorus,
A gentle nudge, a guiding hand.

Anxiety loosens its grip, Retreating to the shadows.
I rise, slowly but surely, Muscles aching, spirit stirring.
The world comes into focus, Colors sharper, sounds clearer.
I take a deep breath, Filling my lungs with possibility.

Renewed, I face the day,
Knowing the cycle may repeat.
But for now, I stand tall, Ready to embrace life again.