Poem: The Obstacles of Anxiety

I used to be ashamed of anxiety,

A never ending spiral

Further and further,

Tighter and tighter,

An unforgiving ritual

And now I realise that it's protecting me, telling me,

warning me,

when there is a perceived threat.

The key now is working out when and where to take "perceived" out of threat.

But how do I turn you off when there is no threat? My body is ready to run at a moments notice, but tight enough to look normal.

Do you not know that my body is tight with tension?

In the right doses, anxiety can be a motivator,

enough to push off the starting block, enough to keep you going,

But not enough to stop.

Some days it will feel as though there is starting block after starting block until the block is no longer a way of starting,

only a block,

but the trick is to pick yourself up after every defeat