Anxiety

How do I explain?

How do I make you understand

what it means

when anxiety’s talons grip my soul

my heart

turning my mind against me.

Everything I know to be true

suddenly become lies

gnawing at me

eroding my self-confidence

for anxiety has a way

a way of making

taking

breaking

so I have no control.

All I need is the small stroking

of my mind.

There is a voice.

Insidious.

You will never understand

for it is my voice

repeating

whispering

snide remarks

that no one cares for me.

I need to be comforted

held

confirmed

to assuage the blackness within.

Anxiety.

Unless you have felt it

unless it has wrapped cold arms

wicked legs

winded its black way

through your body mass

until no longer do you know

which voice is true.

Anxiety.

Colors my world black

bony fingers snatching my soul

as I try so hard

not to let anyone see.

Sept. 30/18

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