Letting the coin spin in the air
Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise
Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content
Knowing that my future had been decided
Luck (an acrostic poem)
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Story (an acrostic poem)
Solid pieces of imagination
That are forced into reality through the writer’s skill and anxiety
Order forged out of the chaos of emotions
Released into the world to live or die upon the whims of readers
Yet likely the author will mourn either way
Calm (an acrostic poem)
Can’t you take the anxiety away
And leave me feeling serene
Looking at the bottle of bourbon, waiting for its response
Meanwhile, since it didn’t answer, I decide to go double or nothing.
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Anxiety (an acrostic poem)
Anxiously, she slowly opened the valve
Nicki held her breath as the cell began to fill
Xenon gas soon displaced the oxygen
It supposedly made the experiment safe
Everything in her soul screamed that something was wrong
That’s when she heard a tink sound
Yelling she threw herself to the floor, but nothing happened
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Silent (an acrostic poem)
She drifted to the back of the room
It just felt more comfortable being out of the spotlight
Liza didn’t like performing on demand
Even when she was paid for it she had such anxiety
Now allow her her quiet space and she blossomed
That was hard when you were master of ceremonies
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Trip (an acrostic poem)
The frequent flyer miles might be great, but he hadn’t signed up
Really he hated flying, especially the landings
It always gave him anxiety that moment just before touching down
Pain exploded in his head as he hit the floor.
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Third (an acrostic poem)
Too much anxiety trying for first place
Hell, if he tried for second he might make a mistake and take first
If he finished out of the prizes he would be a loser
Really there was only one spot to shoot for
Damn it was hard to be that good
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Exams (an acrostic poem)
Every moment filled with anxiety
X-ray vision seeing past the problem at hand
And not allowing you to see the answer in front of you
Means these tests will push you past your limits
Still, that’s a good thing. It allows you to grow.
Anxiety Attack (an acrostic poem)
All the things were out to get him
Now his wife was in on the mission
Xenon headlights broke the darkness in front of his speeding car
If he could just get across the state line
Eventually, they would give up their chase
Then flashing lights stabbed him from behind
Yanking the wheel hard to the right he crashed through the guardrail
All of a sudden he was in free fall
That was when it finally hit him
They couldn’t follow him here
All they could do was watch
Calm now he accepted the oncoming water with a smile
Knowing he had finally escaped
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Time (an acrostic poem)
Too much and everything gets boring
If too little, then anxiety spikes
Measure it and you will never have enough
Eventually it will always run out
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