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
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2024
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