Cannot see the forest for the trees
Blindly racing forward
Like a deer in the headlights
Collision followed by collision
Waves of nausea passing over
Cannot stop the trembling
Helpful remedies only numb the edges
Soften the blow
But maybe that is OK
Maybe it is OK
To feel like this
Because like I said once before
Being alive is
Feeling everything
The good, the bad and the anxiety
- Author: Draven ( Offline)
- Published: June 9th, 2022 10:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Today is not a good day. But I will be OK :)
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Maybe just a phase? Better days to come?
Or - I told ya not to listening to my singing tapes. lol.
Those singing tapes are like music to my ears compared to my Kopfkino!
Good to see you back.
Sorry you're a bit down.
Anxiety is debilitating, hope you bounce back quickly.
Thanks Paul. I am fine, just a lot of change going on right now. But I am happy to feel it all, even the bad stuff 🙂 Honestly.
'Helpful remedies only numb the edges'
when we are wading, knee deep
in debilitating, anxiety
being gifted, a little room
to manoeuvre, to catch our breath
and recover
some semblance of normalcy
is enough...
(such a relatable read
and so well written, thanks for sharing
dear Poet)
Thank you so much 🙂
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