Anxiety
In the darkest recess of my mind It’s echoes emanate,
Its presence violates my very being.
It whispers underneath my skin undermining everything,
Twisting and dissecting how I’m feeling.
I fight to gain a sense of power and feel it reel and start to cower,
An inch of clarity,
A breath without oppression,
Then in an instant I’m aware of its dark impending stare,
And the truth that comes from being its possession .
The more I fight to keep it caged the greater I can feel it’s rage
The more I try the more I fuel its fire,
I tell myself I have control and that it doesn’t own my soul,
But then it whispers back that I am just a liar.
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