Some days your mind is a room
with too many voices,
all talking at once
about everything that could go
wrong.
The air feels heavier than it should,
like breathing through invisible
weight,
and even silence
sounds like pressure.
You try to look normal.
You laugh when you should,
nod when people talk,
pretend the storm in your chest
is just a passing cloud.
But inside,
your thoughts run marathons
with no finish line.
And maybe no one sees
how strong you actually are
for waking up
and facing another day
with a mind that never rests.
Anxiety tells you lies,
that you're failing,
that you're alone,
that you're somehow less
because your mind is loud.
But the truth is quieter:
You are someone
who keeps standing
even when the ground
feels unsteady.
You are someone
who keeps breathing
even when the air feels thin.
And that kind of strength
is rarely loud.
It's the quiet kind,
the kind that survives
one moment,
one breath,
one honest step
at a time.
Stacy Provost
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