bubbling to the surface

Anger simmers like a pot about to boil

A cauldron of rage and resentment

It churns and bubbles, threatening to spill over

As I try to keep it contained, but it’s hard to hide

The anguish seeps in like a slow-moving fog

It creeps up my legs, around my waist, up my chest

A heavy weight that’s hard to shake

A sense of hopelessness that’s hard to escape

Anxiety whispers sweet nothings in my ear

"Stay awake, stay alert, something bad is coming"

It keeps me up at night, it makes me tense

It makes me doubt myself, my abilities, my worth

But still I try to push it all away

To quiet the storm that rages inside

To find some peace, some calm, some sense of clarity

To rise above the noise and let love be my guide

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Author: Carol anne

I am in my mid 40's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland. View all posts by Carol anne