“attack, attack”

Attack, attack

The spiders are crawling up my back

Or at least that's what anxiety feels like

It’s the strange tingling sensation that crawls throughout your body

The sense of fear as your mind proceeds to the motions of fight or flight

Will the anxiety attack me, or will I beat it?

The questions ever so pondering

Yet, we never know until moments before

Those moments are the worst part of any anxiety attack

I have never felt worse

from convincing myself, I'm going to be ill

to the treacherous thoughts of my old habits regrowing

But that's the demons in my mind yelling, “Attack, attack.”