Every day and night, my mind races;
It’s another fight, with no escape chases.
Sunken breaths feel like sunken ships.
Chest caving in and the driest lips;
Sweat beating down my clammy face,
Not much to do but to pace.
I think of ways to escape this devilish feel.
But I only land on one thing, to deal.
I begin to hear soft sounds from a piano,
Crickets chirping, as they stand low;
I seem to be able to find a fix,
My way of thinking is like a bag of tricks.
One minute I’m there,
Then one minute I am scared.
Life is a dare and I haven’t seemed to accept,
I still live a past one that I precept.
Moving on has always been hard for me.
But one decision can change for the better me.
Losing sleep from anxiety,
No drugs I will take again.
Giving up on the past has shown,
Life is moving extremely fast I’ve grown.
Never alone but sometimes I feel as so,
I feel I may be dragged by the undertow.
It’s the pressure I get from everyday energy.
I get pleasure when I grow from something scary.
Growth is the way of life.
Life is the way to grow. You are not alone.