My Closest Companion
Anxiety, my closest companion.
Its twin, fear, my constant night visitor.
Peace will not return my calls.
Happiness ignores me.
Freedom from emotions disappoint me.
Should I end it all?
Maybe this inner turmoil will pass.
Where is the prescription for this ill?
I feel so alone.
I feel so crowded as well.
Trapped. Falling in a bottomless well.
Freedoms from thoughts evade me.
How long will this be my existence?
Only the heavens know.
I do find relief in knowing,
It is this anxiety that reminds me that I am alive.
Conflict. Tension. Frustration.
My addictions. My comforts.
Freedom from self doesn't concern me.
Inspiration: Poem written for a poetry contest. Though we may all face anxiety, Christians are to cast all their cares upon Christ because He cares for us. ~TRP~
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