Anxiety

Anxiety my constant companion

beckons me ever closer.

Could I not have a little space?

Does the weight of dread seek solace anywhere

else? Perhaps in the stones which gravity pulls into the earth or

far away on a rock in space of the astronomic kind?

“GET AWAY FROM ME” I

hurl my words at an enemy near yet immaterial.

I only want a second to breathe.

Just a short reprieve would grant my soul the

kindness to recoup, the time to remember what it’s

like to know normality.

May I have some moments apart from the spiralling? Does

not the panic seek to spend its days in other ways?

Or is it distraction which would lead my mind to

pursue a new story? One free from the torture of

questioning every thought, every action, every moment?

Right one may be to conclude that

surely, the old angsty tale would only return

to distract me from distraction.

Unless one should come to save me from the

vanity of my unease, it seems that

wait I must, upon the mercy of the incessant beast.

Xeric is the state of my heart

yearning for reprieve,

zealous for an answer in which it knows it must believe.