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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I know that feeling all too well! Great poem!
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Thanks 🙂
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