Post by jerboa on Mar 3, 2013 14:57:29 GMT
Anxiety
The room grows dark and I feel a chill
The air rings with constant thrill
And the pace is quickened, a beat goes up
A thousand drums rumbling "Stuck... Stuck!"
Within my skin vibrating fast
Faster still, my mind agast
The walls shrink and the sound grows
A flourish of lights in the dark places
Where am I now, the room is gone, just the dark
The light and its song, the body shakes tense
Teeth gritted I try to move
But paralysed by the words I choose
How do I stop a thing that isn't sense
When the words that come are warped by anxiety?
The trick is simple and perhaps short lived
But every step as another moment of peace
A part of a home for the heart that lives
And wishes for a breath of air
Breathe and feel
The thoughts receded and the words turn
Like a gift on the reeds
Around a pond where
They whirl, and dance
The feelings be fresh
Something new, when your ready
You'll have the words too
Theres this place I know
Deep inside where I grow
Between my branches were wishes show
Something that could within me glow
The softest tune, with the finest art
Where my own feelings make sounds that start
From deep within, the cavern looked bare
But then I knew it needed air
A rush of wind over my skin
And soon the cavern could breathe within
A light I sought, but non I found
So I made one, out of sound
A low rumble from myself
The light that never need be lit was its own wealth
Then I saw that here within
This cavern deep a wonderous thing
The dark walls were covered with gems
Crystals grown over eons and never mined
That for the brave who trust the light
Even the darkest part of a thought
Contains a jewel that could never be wrought
I leave the light within me there
It could never go out, nor be left without air
(I wrote this one to help me deal with my own anxiety at the moment, though I did it as though I was talking or showing someone else, all the same I hope you enjoy the story. Its not easy to deal with, muchly as the words I often use to try reassure me become distorted or are not the ones I want, and so the cycle continues I guess. Also being that a few people seem to have similar troubles these days, I do hope the above helps you too, or that you find a way to heal)
Love an light
The room grows dark and I feel a chill
The air rings with constant thrill
And the pace is quickened, a beat goes up
A thousand drums rumbling "Stuck... Stuck!"
Within my skin vibrating fast
Faster still, my mind agast
The walls shrink and the sound grows
A flourish of lights in the dark places
Where am I now, the room is gone, just the dark
The light and its song, the body shakes tense
Teeth gritted I try to move
But paralysed by the words I choose
How do I stop a thing that isn't sense
When the words that come are warped by anxiety?
The trick is simple and perhaps short lived
But every step as another moment of peace
A part of a home for the heart that lives
And wishes for a breath of air
Breathe and feel
The thoughts receded and the words turn
Like a gift on the reeds
Around a pond where
They whirl, and dance
The feelings be fresh
Something new, when your ready
You'll have the words too
Theres this place I know
Deep inside where I grow
Between my branches were wishes show
Something that could within me glow
The softest tune, with the finest art
Where my own feelings make sounds that start
From deep within, the cavern looked bare
But then I knew it needed air
A rush of wind over my skin
And soon the cavern could breathe within
A light I sought, but non I found
So I made one, out of sound
A low rumble from myself
The light that never need be lit was its own wealth
Then I saw that here within
This cavern deep a wonderous thing
The dark walls were covered with gems
Crystals grown over eons and never mined
That for the brave who trust the light
Even the darkest part of a thought
Contains a jewel that could never be wrought
I leave the light within me there
It could never go out, nor be left without air
(I wrote this one to help me deal with my own anxiety at the moment, though I did it as though I was talking or showing someone else, all the same I hope you enjoy the story. Its not easy to deal with, muchly as the words I often use to try reassure me become distorted or are not the ones I want, and so the cycle continues I guess. Also being that a few people seem to have similar troubles these days, I do hope the above helps you too, or that you find a way to heal)
Love an light
