When Anxiety Bites
A poem on the disturbing pain of anxiety
once the bee bites me I am left with pain so is anxiety — my own creativity — leaves me with pain once bitten I got no choice but to let it pass in its own time the pain/fear/disturbance is what I am left with
like doing physical exercise once I had jumped on to the pull-up bar the only sane move is to let the discomfort/resistance be experienced while letting the time pass without cursing until my breakpoint has reached that builds strength and gives me a genuine satisfaction
so is the anxiety bite (?) the pain, discomfort, fear are better allowed to be played out until the energy behind it is released or transformed while patiently bearing it — letting time pass with it.
and so when anxiety bites, it’s like I had jumped on to the pull-up bar
isn’t it how one becomes stronger than their anxiety question of getting rid of it arises only if I can't bear it yes, easier said than done — lol
Maybe you have a habit of worrying. Even if you know it’s neither necessary nor useful, you still worry. You’d like to ban worry and get rid of it, because you know that when you worry you can’t get in touch with the wonders of life and you can’t be happy. So you get angry at your worry; you don’t want it. But worry is a part of you, and that’s why when your worry comes up, you have to know how to handle it tenderly and peacefully. — Thich Nhat Hanh






