When you wake up
From a restless sleep
Might it be your anxieties
Demons of stress you keep
I hear you crying
In the middle of the night
I know it’s not like you
It just isn’t right
It used to be
You overflowed with joy
Now a mask of deceit
Hiding the guilt you employ
You’re only deceiving yourself
As doors continue to revolve
Until you see what I see
Loving yourself to resolve
Medication is not sedation
Don’t confuse the two
I’m your loving brother
And deeply, I care for you
I can’t help you
If you won’t let me
All I want
Is to see you happy
If you could see and hear
My sister up on that shelf
Maybe you’ll stop
Running from yourself
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A fine write Bill.
Orchi, you been tipping the wine bottle again?
Oops, you not Bill?!
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Super write AP, may that happiness always be there.
Andy
My sister has stress related anxiety and I need to do whatever I can to try to help her get back to normal. I'm learning how difficult it is to watch a family member struggling with anxiety. Thanks for the read Andy.
'Medication is not sedation
Don’t confuse the two'..
wise words, a good read
thanks for sharing
Thanks LB. Appreciate the read and note.
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