The anxiety awakens (poem)

I shiver in my night dress

Windows open and curtains flowing

Hearing the rain patter ever so gently on the window sill

A body frozen in the present moment

A mind that wanders into the inevitable past

A brain that squelches beneath the skull

A yawn that is icy and has no echo

Everything is still

Everything is silent

I’m frozen in time

So I wait for a rescuer

Except my soul is cold

My soul is broken

You can see my smile

But you can’t see the shiver in my vertebrae

Who are you to judge?

Do you feel the same way?

Maybe not…

Or maybe so…

Help me in a way that you’d help yourself

Crying. Lonely. Shaking.

No one there for comfort

 

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