Anxiety.

I go to walk outside,
my heart begins to race.
My head begins to pound,
the sweat runs down my face.

This feeling that occurs,
each time I seek release.
Pulls me back inside,
into the dark with ease

I want to let go now,
to fly like free birds do.
To shake off the shackles,
and see the wider view.

Anxiety attacks me,
holds me firmly rooted.
Will I beat this demon?
Thoughts that I had mooted.

Another day's upon us,
I'll try again today.
This fear I will dispel,
I truly hope and pray.