The Triangle of Truth

Everything sounds so right when it’s on paper

Yet why does it feel wrong when I utter the words

More and more does that little girl try and climb her way back to my world

I feel her creeping when I cry, I feel her nails sinking into my skin when I get too quiet, I feel her presence whenever I am angry

I am trying to keep her down but everywhere I turn she is there lurking in my shadow just patiently waiting for me to check out

When I stare off into space I go somewhere else…somewhere far, beautiful, and quiet

I am in the middle of a crisis with myself and I don’t know what to do

I need purpose, I need to succeed in something for myself

I am way too hard on myself like I am carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders like…Atlas

I feel like I’m screaming anytime I’m quiet

My mind never rests…always thinking, worrying, panicking

I have to fix something, I have to stop it before its too late

I feel as though I’m falling…spiraling

Everything is scattered

I need control…I need to stay calm, just breathe

2…3…4…5 exhale

She’s everywhere I’m not troubling my waters

I’ve fallen into a dark space where I cannot see my beginning, my end, the present

I’m going in blind and defenseless. This must be what it feels like to have anxiety

I do not know what’s going to happen next so why should I be afraid when I can just embrace it all

The good, the bad, downright unfair

I can work with her she is a part of me as I am her…

I have control, I have power but most of all strength

Me and her as one taking on the heavyweight

Taking on more than what life would be

I’m calm…I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it is so beautiful