Ambition: A Poetry Anthology

Anxiety

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Anxiety,

Hello, my friend,

It's been so long,

And so it ends,

But I must say

That you weren't missed,

Although I knew

It'd come to this:

Just me and you

Alone tonight,

Alone today,

In broad daylight

With fears we've shared

Throughout this time

We've been apart

And still aligned

Within our minds,

The mind we share,

The mind you wrecked,

If you so care

To recognize

Just what you've done,

Just what you've left;

I've come undone.

I didn't know;

I couldn't see;

You left me blind;

You blinded me

To brokenness

I'd come to know

Some place inside

That wouldn't show

Its light to me,

Its colors bold,

A story you

Had never told,

Because you knew

I'd see the truth

If you let it,

Let it slip through

Your cold fingers

And into mine,

Where I could trace

Down every line

And every curve

Of destiny,

The future I

Would one day see,

Undoubtedly;

There was no choice.

Anxiety

Had raised its voice

And captured mine,

Locked it away,

To keep me from

Those words I'd say

To crush its soul,

Stamp out its spark,

Leave it alone

Out in the dark

And far from me.

Yes, if I'd known,

But how could I?

I wasn't shown

That image that

Just might imply