Hidden in sight
"A Whisper to sense you near"
Hidden in sight but one may whisper to find you near, as I feel this it creeps, it creeps in as it dose and I feel those senses rise above me as he runs freely.
looking out I see you the strong, happy one as I see him play but wait there I am looking at oneself In fear.
Hidden in sight as I see that feeling whisper to me, the feeling not all so new but has been there for far to long as one may say.
Anxiety oh how it creeps in, the air you breath, the feeling you sense, scared as I may be but I push that fear away, hearing the noise oh my senses have gone up, but bringing them down now that is the key.
I see you there oh playful and free you are, I hope that we stay as mummy deals with what is happening inward with her.
Wearing my crystals oh how they call to me as one is in sensory overload, the triggers they mean no harm but crowds of people and loud noice sets me off, standing there like billy no mates more inward than outward I would say.
Hidden in sight because let's face it, it's happening inside of me as the triggers I see come at me like one to many.
There I stand see people in groups, I think to myself
"Where has that part of me gone, the one who could talk to another here or there but now nothing just still in stillness watching my dear boy"
A part of me left me as I enter the next stage of my Spirtual awkeneing,
oh how I miss elements of me so dear, but here we are more in still, looking at my darling boy play as he dose, laugh as he will, knowing he has confidence that shines so truly and bright.
How I watch you play, seeing you smile warms me up inside, your energy is wild, you laughter is magic and this is it they that makes me strong for this for baby boy it is you.
Author Note- Thank you for reading, just somthing I created
Cryptic Edwards.
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Cryptic Edwards
Cryptic Edwards is a writer exploring the hidden depths of human experience through fiction, life writing, poetry, and performance.
Drawing on techniques such as soul writing, dream work, method writing
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I really love how you described anxiety as “hidden in sight.” That’s exactly what it feels like, invisible to everyone else but very real inside. I found this very relatable.