Anxiety Filled Days
Worry some ways fill my anxious days and the apprehension reveals it’s intention. The things I’ve dealt with create dread in my soul and my essence is filled with tension. My anxiety comes from my past as I was abused
physically and mentally. I never got used to punches and slaps on my
face as it replaced love regimentally.
I grew older and became a wife with all the baggage of my life created
chaotic strife so I decided to try meditation. I knew nothing but trepidation
without alleviation and it slowly became a healthy manifestation.
When my daughter was born, I was forlorn that one day she’d grow
to be like me-
….for I would trade any riches in this world to
keep her innocence anxiety free.
Ever since my sister died from suicide I fear the phone calls late at night-
I have outburst fits and cry and can’t figure out why, maybe it’s the passed
down generation fright.
It’s in my genes-
It was foreseen-
My soul not clean-
No light in my sight.
My anxiety is a portrayal of my inner demons and I can’t release my fears-
I know this betrayal has stolen my freedom…
Oh, my nervousness unclear…
When will my peace reappear?
Anxiety Contest
February 23, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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