Anxiety

poem by: Sea High
Written on Aug 03, 2016 

I stood against the tide
And set my sights on the end,
I saw a future bride
And all the broken things to mend,
I pushed away any help 
And if it never would return,
I had to be myself 
And learn to push on through the burn.
Would I show my face,
Show my work, 
Show my treasures?
At least I would embrace the hurt and glorify the pleasures.
How is it with such ideals, 
I've lost what I hold dear? 
Because I've never known my heart 
The way I know my fear...

 

Tags: sad, rhyme, deep, pain, dark,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
I enjoyed reading this poem, thanks for sharing it.
Robert Kohlhammer commented:
Words of anxiety have been well interpreted into a deep and caring poem.

 

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