Anxiety 2

Anxiety 2

 

Dealing with myself and thoughts

when I look back it seems

I have done nothing at all.

Like a splinter

inside my chest

the future gripped to my fears.

Uncertain

like the survival of my body after the day you desecrated my temple.

I filled the blank spaces

with midnight habits,

my mother was crying at night

I could perceive her pain

even 900 miles away

her angst is on my shoulders.

The past of his presence.

I thought I was a battleground

like Carthage, they spilled salt all over me.

But I raised from the ground

and spread love all around me

life found its way to nurture my soul.

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