This Thing Called Anxiety

It comes around, it leaves,
It never truly goes away.
It sifts me, it breaks me,
It makes it hard to move.

Work stress,
Friend stress,
Life stress,
All is intertwined.

A missing medical card,
An angry boss,
For reasons I'm not sure,
Do not help this thing called anxiety.

Trying not go get hurt,
While being loving and kind -
Is that even possible?
My anxiety wants to know.

Randomness,
Thoughts racing 100 mph,
Contradicting feelings,
Makes up much of the day.

I'm not smooth like my one friend,
Or artistic like several others,
And I am not in the place I want to be,
But I am alive.

I am alive,
And anxiety or not,
That does matter,
Even on the bleakest darkest day.