Tsaunami of thoughts run through her head
As high as waves one would expect
Each giving a reason to be afraid even more
Her face turns red , palms sweaty
Skipping heartbeats , sensations of pace
Volcano is about to burst
She can’t sit
She can’t stand
Her body shakes , suffocation she feels
Earthquake inside is at full pace
Burdened with expectations , her mind just freeze
Detached she felt
Fears cribs in
Past to present , present to future
Her procrastination never ends
Personality she wear is not her true self
Her secret self , hidden under layers
Her inner self is screaming
To relax a little bit
Escape to the place , where anxiety does not come in .
©Era singh
