"Stand Back on My Feet" - A Poem


I’ve lived so long with anxiety

I thought its vice gripping me

was part of my flesh and bone.


My confidence a mirage, 

my skeleton self-sabotage,

fear became my spine.


When it brought me to my knees

only then could I see:

my anxiety is not me.


I began to take apart

toxic patterns in my heart

woven there so tightly.


I let my actions speak

when my voice was too weak,

and I could not find it.


I learned from my mistakes

and started doing what it takes

to put my mental health first.


I sharpened my body into steel,

self-care into a shield,

so I could stand back on my feet.