A Beast

It comes and goes but often stays Sinking its sharp teeth into my shoulder I pray it will soon disappear and go away But it lingers as emotions rage and smolder Waking up to teeth blaring and knowing Negative thoughts will be stirred and flowing I try to shake it off, with logic and reason But It never dies and reappears every season Drool from its ravaged mouth can cover me in fear Immobilizing me, not sure which direction to steer It feeds on irrationality and becomes a powerful force Only positive thoughts can help me get back on course This beast is called anxiety, controller of the mind It’s a battle I fight to win and leave the negativity behind