Good morning! Happy Thursday!
Today I’m okay. A bit of a struggle going on inside me. I have a lot of appointments coming up. I don’t do well with leaving the house and dealing with people. They’re medical appointments, so I don’t get a choice, I need to go. The Dr found a lump yesterday and they have me in to get an ultrasound. I worry like any normal person but with anxiety like mine leaving the house is hard. Death could be sitting on my chest and the struggle would still exist. Imagine loving the outdoors, wanting to be one with nature but having a torturous condition that doesn’t allow you to step out into it without conflict. The fight is real and it’s neverending.
This poem is about stepping out into the world. It’s about the struggle the darkness is the anxiety. ❤
#TheStrugge #TheFight
In this life, we walk together
But we walk alone
Deep within
I run a race
But against who?
I see you there
But are you really here?
I feel your touch but darkness is near
You hug me tightly
Suffocating my only thought
I lighten the mood
And dance in the dark
My only light
Exists in my heart
You whisper you love me
But I don’t know who you are
You’re not happy
Nor are you sad
Neither choice is bad
Your intentions echo
Off the wall and into my soul
Darkness breathes
Ss it climbs your spine
It’s not there for your soul
It’s there for mine
I try to run
But there’s no door
I ask
I plead
I even beg
But it won’t loosen its grip
Around my neck
I choke on my reply
As I stumble to accept
I rise and take its hand
It lives in you
It holds you tight
I listen to all that’s said
It’s calming and chaotic
Depending on life’s truth
#Anxiety #PTSD
