Anxiety Whispers
Poetry by Pablo Angel Castro
Looking out my window
Gloominess of expectations
Shadows of success
Present reservations
Anxiety whispers
What must be accomplished
I find myself stuck
Impasse at preparations
I have fooled many
Who think I am wise
Who think I am great
It’s all a disguise
I wish I could move
Paralyzed by their trust
Paralyzed by responsibility
It’s all too much
First steps forward
Escaping my cell
Dungeons and prisons
It all feels like hell
Moving on towards
Achieving my goal
Is it success I seek,
or to free my soul
Motivation is seeping
As light peeks from dawn,
or was it from dusk
It will soon be all gone
About the Creator
Pablo Angel Castro
Attorney by day, martial arts by night. I am the head grappling instructor for former UFC Heavyweight champion Stipe Miocic.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To give someone something to behold is beautiful in it of itself.”
-PAC
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