Anxiety

Storm hits the calm waters
Aching eyes get no rest
Unceasing mental conversation
Rolls out scenario like an old projector rolling out images
Past mid night- past three a.m. nothing but darkness
For bleary eyes
Tear soaked cheeks
That ocean of emotions, swelled by the turbulent phases
Impulse of sorrow beats high in stormy heart
Anguished by its own insatiable appetite for perceived suffering
It feeds on my pain and folly
Sinking deep I try to grapple in dark waters
Here endurance looses its face
Moon lit nights and sunlit days hide from reason
Its boundaries as vast and infinite as my imagination
Shattered and broken I am in that underworld
But stop! Collect yourself!
Go ahead and swim
Call upon that faith
The innate light of inner strength
Pierce the icy chain of thoughts
Glide back from that ocean of darkness
And reach for open shore
Miles and miles of sunshine awaits there
In its blessings
Wash yourself dry and hold together.

by Savita Tyagi

Comments (2)

You need a reader that tells the story, not just reads word without giving meaning to them. You need a narrator. email me rachfordt@aol.com
Snark Hunting is an enjoyable pursuit along with hunting down Thingumbob. Don't you love the sound of these words and the flavor of them in your mouth- -words so outlandish they release the imagination of man and child.