As my heart roars in anguish

And every thought makes me; cringe, squirm and twitch.

Wont this anxiety settle and leave my heart alone.

Wont my mind stop trying to drag me down with what seems precise thoughts that leave me helpless and low.

Help me!

Save me!

My heart is sick with anxiety

And my mind is taking advantage of this.

It will pass.

Whether for a moment,

A second,

A day,

A month,

A year.

It will pass.