Anxiety

A haiku reminder to breath

By Jesse LeePublished about 2 hours ago • 1 min read

Anxiety hits

Pulse quickens and face flushes

Breath me back to peace

Haiku Mental Health

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Jesse Lee

Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whatever’s still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.

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A haiku reminder to breath

About the Creator

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