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    Stacey Anderson: Two poems - The Sea & Untitled

    Does writing poems help anxiety? It has helped Stacey. Here are two of her powerful poems.

    The Sea

    I’m on a beach
    The warmth on my skin
    The sea is far away
    I turn
    My back is to the sea
    I can not see
    Its approach from behind
    It’s encroaching on me
    I’ve forgotten the sea is behind me
    The waves get higher
    The waves get closer
    Before I know it
    The waves have engulfed me
    I’m drowning
    Surrounded by water
    I cannot breath
    Every breath is suffocating
    I fall on the beach
    I land with a thud
    The sea has dispersed
    Moved away to its original position
    I’m soaked
    Still gasping for air
    Coughing hard
    I’m drenched to the bone
    Soaked to the skin
    I’m now fine
    But the affects still affect me
    The warmth of the sun is back
    Makes me confused
    How did I survive
    Such a hostile take over
    It leaves me such a shell
    I struggle away
    But it’s always there
    Haunting me
    Ready to pounce
    To catch me unawares
    To take over
    To control me
    Please stop
    I can only take so much.


    I can speak
    No-one hears
    I have an opinion
    No-one hears
    What can I say?
    If no-one wants to hear
    I feel shouted out
    Gives me lack of hope
    Hope is all I have
    It’s mostly keeping me around
    Maybe I’m here in a dream?
    Maybe I’m someone else?
    Maybe it’s just fear?
    Maybe it’s anxiety?
    Maybe I’m silent?
    I’m speaking, how can I be silent?
    I’m perceived as ignorant
    I’m feeling lost
    I must be here
    I can hear
    All of the voices
    Talking, inferring
    Disappearing into a trance
    Being removed, even though I’m here
    I am here
    Why do I always need to justify my being?
    Why is my voice so quiet?
    I’m speaking
    I want to be heard.

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