anxiety isn’t the enemy if i could bathe away fear i would soak for days finding ways to convince myself anxiety isn’t the enemy coming to grips with apprehension is growth they say baby steps i feel more like a crawl wanting my security blanket that was tossed
lost in thought her smile faded as time ticked away she remembering a lustful love her heart always aching for more she remembering carefree days building sand castles watching the sea sweep them away she remembering promises that were never to be broken
bygone her heart couldn’t see past the golden fields the yearning for home meant a long road preferred not taken sorrow is not something easily shed it lingers in the crevasses and cavities of the cerebellum almost forgotten till the sky spit it’s warm droplets
streaming upon wake my head feels heavier than most days lifting off the pillow a strain sending an uncomfortable feeling down the spine rolling over no relief falling back to a dream-state the answer limbs won’t move eyes won’t focus head is leaning
a slice of happiness have you walked in my shoes then i take your advice with a pill of choice your road is not mine your shoes are of a different kind i wear mine till there is no tread left i like the feel of the
