Student Poetry

Brianna James: Three Poems

Anxiety feels like

Saying you’re okay after having an attack you can’t describe

The doctor says that happy pills are the only thing they can prescribe

A rushing wave that keeps pulling you in

When you try to come up from the air your keep sinking in

The pressure of rushing water makes it unbearable to breathe

Hearing whispers, staring faces, and rushing heartbeats

That blood-rushing feeling when everyone is staring at you take deep breathes

Gasping for air when there is none left



Sometimes I wish I had a mom

Someone Who I can call on my bad days

And laugh with on my good days.

I get blue every so often wondering why

I was never so lucky to be like the other kids.

Occasionally I have dreams of what a mom is supposed to be.

I think to myself about what it is like to have a mother.

Is she someone you can call on whenever you need her?

Or is she someone who you when you’re just having a bad day

Maybe she’s someone special who you can come home to just give you a hug.

Late at night, I found myself thinking, O how I wish I had a mom.



I miss you; I wish I got to see you one last time

I dream about you sometimes

Wondering how you’re doing up there

Hoping that you miss me too

I know before you left you told me I will be ok

But the truth is I’m here wishing it was me up there and not you

I ask myself why he needed you up there so soon

I think the only thing keeping me going is that I know you’re not hurting

I just can’t shake the feeling of how I was left out of getting to know you

I miss you; I wonder do you miss me too


(Brianna James is a student in Professor Indigo’s class at Northern Virginia Community Colleges in Woodbridge, VA.)

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