A beautiful sight,
it may be,
but sleep too long and
you'll see
the havoc it will play.
Toying with your mind to
be,
nothing but a symphony
of fear and frustration
for not being able to
move on
from this place I'm in.
It hovers over me,
above my chest,
like sirens in the
night,
out to steal your soul
....
“I am your shipwreck,”
she says to me.
“forget ever trying
to see the shore again”
she said
“because you are bound
to drown with me in
agony.”
I'd like to be able to say,
that you don't have any
power over me Anxiety,
but she leaves me
listless
crying like a baby,
"Oh how will I ever
be able to overcome
this?"
But wait, I am not helpless,
I have some power over
you too.
I can't stand here,
letting you drag me to
drown,
while I’m so busy
fighting the battles
going on in my own mind,
that I’m unable to see
a watery grave
surrounding me.
There's always time to
save yourself,
but sometimes the
question needs to be asked.
