I’ve wasted hours
with not good enough.
I’ll never get into bed
to be ready on time
with washing up
this tight chest,
teetering on an invisible edge
pacing with my loneliness.
I found old CBT diagrams I drew to cope with anxiety attacks.
I decided to turn them into poetry instead of painful memories.
Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.
You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties