Anxiety

Quickly and silently anxiety has set in

It has a set up a campfire in my head

Strongly it burns the fire it rages

The anxiety laughs as he burns sages

He is a wicked fiend, no friend of mine

He is there for the night till the flicker of a light

The light is a laugh or perhaps a smile

Of a handsome fellow that I see on the mellow

The anxiety is not happy, he burns the fire more

Anxiety is in my head, my closest friend since before

Before a time when I knew what it meant

To truly hate life

And to claw at my head

To be a child before a piano recital

And scream at the mirror

My hands not my own scratch at my features

I scream and I cry, what has happened to me?

The blood is dripping down my cheeks

An ugly blush of hatred and despair for sure

I am grown and I am older, but none the wiser

I feel like that child, but my hands are at my side

Hands, I whisper, hands stay there

Anxiety cannot win, I beg them, please stay there

For my hands stay at least for the time being

Until the gentleman walks away and I go back to eating

Eat, I tell my hands, pick up the food that I will eat

Anxiety is a quiet lion, he rests and he snores

He occasionally burns the sage until I cry out once more

The time is turning and the time is changing

I am older

But not wiser

But my hands stay by my side

And that is progress for now

At least

For me