Amidst the hush of a restless mind,
Anxiety whispers softly, a spectral shadow-
among the ceaseless current-
the phantom of unease,
silent, venomous in its haunt.
Oh, the shadow-chill, the frostbite of fear,
A shiver in the marrow,
Fanged and insidious, creeping like ivy,
Twisting, suffusing the sinew of day.
Like rain's cold caress on window's glass, its chilly touch,
damping the soul in suffocating tendrils-
Moment by moment,
A relentless grasp, my heart thunders, the drum of a captive pulse.
A canvas-smeared with endless 'what-ifs,'
A bramble thick with dread and pain
Each stroke, a coiling vine,
Each thought bound in tangled chain
Is this the gift anxiety brings?
That bones-deep terror,
Cast by shadow's clasped wings?
As breaths grow shallow, filled with error,
Each tear's unshed, in flight yet clings...
Is this the gift anxiety brings?
Yet somewhere beneath the strife,
a phoenix stirs, reclaiming life,
ascending through the drear of dawn,
An anthem of defiant grace,
notes of raw strength wrenched from the well of despair and deface.
A flicker of peace in my storm-tossed mind...
- Prisoner, prisoner
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song reference: The Departure by Michael Nyman
A/N: My apologies for not publishing anything for some time; I haven't been in the right headspace to write anything that sounds "fitting." The truth is, I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist, especially when it comes to the things I care about. But here's one of the poems I've written a few months ago. Please let me know what you think. :)
Come va? Come stai? Did you drink enough water today?
YOU ARE READING
the words I kept
Poetry"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dis...
