The Terror of Silence

I sit on the top of a green hill,

shrouded in the sunlight.

A place of peace and tranquility,

for those of the soundest minds.

But my mind is anything but.

Chaos envelops me, 

sending shivers down my spine

in the warm Spring air.

The flowers around me bend in the breeze

as the weeds in my brain weave

around and around.

Suffocating me.

The weeds grow and grow,

wrapping around my brain and breeding.

My thoughts envelop me,

sending me deeper and deeper into the pit

of anxieties and worries, nightmares and horrors.

As I sit in the terror of Silence. 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Definitely one of the best written pieces about experiencing anxiety -- a much-written-about topic here, it seems. To stand out amongst the many, your writing is well-crafted to tell a story, as well as taking the reader on a journey, and last but not least, weaving imagery of nature with the strangling sensations that might be experienced as a result of anxiety, not to mention some other disorders. I love it when a poet uses fresh imagery & strong contrasts to convey how something feels (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Phill Oz O'fee]

You emotional poetic write holds deep meaning and complexity. It highlights (to me) a description of anxiety attacks; which can feel awful, intense, and frightening. And, because they can be powerful experiences, it can seem like anxiety attacks are out of our control. There is no need to suffer needlessly as sharing your feelings with a friend (or professional) can be a good start to understanding and a road to recovery. Just look what your excellent share has brought me to review in this manner. No need to sit in silence … :-)