Anxiety

Anxiety comes
Seemingly out of nowhere.
It yanks at my guts.

Stomach convulses,
Heartbeat so fast it feels numb,
Almost drawn to tears.

"Hide its origin,"
I tell myself. I know best
To find distractions.

I play some music.
I open my notebook,
Count the syllables.

I feel better now.
Though origin still exists,
My mind is at peace.