14.01.2026

homo sapiens is a persistance predator

but, unfortunately, so is generalized anxiety disorder,

by which I mean that my own brain is always out to get me,

daring me to slow down long enough to trip me up for good,

enticing me to stop for a breather only to steal the air

from my lungs the first chance it gets,

until I'm back to cowering in a corner, scared and wide-eyed

like the prey it thinks me to be; out of places to run.

my anxiety is the stalker in the night, hunting with a mad grin

and a knife just as sharp, mocking me into surrendering the life

I've tried to build for myself. and I might always be a little

terrified to leave the house but a wise woman once said

'be scared, but do it anyway', so I remind myself

that homo sapiens is a persistance hunter, that my blood

runs hot enough to burn those trying to put me in my place,

and that I can and will beat this stalker into submission