Go grab that,
that, the serrated edges
go grab that. The tip
go grab that. The mirror
The eyes of disappointment
staring back at you
You are not of value
You were not useful
There's a blockade
Playing in your mind like a movie
Rewinding to the suspense
Your lucidness tries to save you
Each encouraged outside voice erases momentarily
Reminders of convulsions
Would have been in your future or rather your past
Tall suits telling you what's best
But remember
you broke out
You didn't let the system penetrate you
Just wake up and reach out
Reach out into arms
Reach far out
There is no abyss waiting
only embrace
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Author’s Note: Hi I'm Anna, My passion is art and writing. I look at my writing as art, being able to share is a gift, a gift I want to give everybody of my art.
A little bit about me, I'm not a stranger to panic attacks as I have them every so often as well as since 2006. I was diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder, an ongoing journey of making sure to take care of myself holistically and through talk therapy. I guess you could say for me to write my prose and share my written art is very therapeutic. I am currently working on a book about my time at Art School, and so far It is very healing quite a beautiful excursion to be on.
Some other side things about me is that I love to bake. I love to crochet. I love hiking and I love the Chicago Bears like my Pops. I hope you all enjoy my written art. Thank you so much!