Dear Anxiety, From Me to You – Pt 2
*to read part one of the series, click here.
I’m not quite sure what drives your obsession with me
Or why no matter where I go -from you I can’t flee
But I’m certain I’ve not done anything wrong
Yet, since I was a child you’ve been tagging along
Remember how you’d always wake me up late at night?
With sheer terror on my face and my eyes filled with fright
It was you who introduced me to debilitating fear
By whispering what if’s and pending doom in my ear
You must have reveled the day I had my heart checked
To be sure my chest pain was not a defect
I can picture you sat right next to me -sneering
And while I waited for answers, it was your voice I was hearing
“You’re going to die soon -and there’s nothing they can do
Then your parents will kill themselves and they’ll be dead too
No one will be there to care for your dog or your brother
Will the state take them or will they live with grandmother?
Now don’t go forgetting about the candy you once stole
For that, Satan’s surely put his claim on your soul
Doesn’t it tear you apart that because you were bad
You’ll not make it to Heaven to see your great granddad?”
Damn -I wonder if the world knows how cruel you are
How bad thoughts that you plant leave such a deep scar
When the doc said I passed every test that they ran
I could hear you laughing -like some twisted madman
You knew you’d live inside me for at least another year
Filling my head with worry and a deep-seeded fear
“What if they’re wrong and the tests were misread
I’m certain at any minute, I’ll drop stone-cold dead”
You were almost in hysterics when you had come to learn
The doctors chalked it up to a bad case of heartburn
It took many more years to find the source of the pain
It was you all along and now I know your real name
They call you Anxiety -you’re a most unwelcome guest
Stealing air from my lungs and planting panic in my chest
In the shadows of my mind is where you always hide
And your friend they call Depression, is often by your side
I know that you’ll never cease your stalking of me
And I don’t underestimate just how powerful you can be
But I’ve steadily been learning how I can fight back
How to defend myself better from your panic attack
You see these words written down right here?
They give me the strength to expel your imbedded fear
I hope that you’re picturing me, sat with pen in hand
Sadistically laughing at you -like some twisted madman
Written by PoetsIN team member, Lish.
Great description – very evocative. Unfortunately, I know from whence you speak …