Anxious

The pit in my stomach

The feeling I'll never amount to anything

The thought I don't work hard enough

The pain I cause

I sit in the dark telling myself this on repeat

I know it's all in my head

But still

I feel an anchor tied to my leg

dragging me into the deep depths

unable to break free

Drowning

Looking up and seeing the surface a finger length away

The fast you go the farther it gets.

You'll never catch it

Accept the new fish you call friend

Accept your life below

Accept the mediocrity

Accept the repetition

You will

The days become months become years

You feel a strong hand grab your shoulders and pull you up

You forgot how lovely it is to have the sun rays hit your face

You look at them a worried expression fills their face

You smile back not letting them know the gift they just gave you

An opportunity to prove those thoughts wrong