Anxiety

Voices of doubt,

Voices

Of doubt

Like a wind that yields the limb

To its point of fracture

The screaming tree, holding on, holding on

Fly and flow with fever and fear

Leaves long lost

To torrential wind’s breath

Tumultuous tearing, the ripping talons

Of the angry concrete skies

Roots moan and creak, solidified

In the soggy earth

Made moist with tears of passing clouds

My head is a cannon, firing back and forth

My mind, my mind, my mind battles

Bludgeoning hope with each windy lash unleashed

This is the face of my anxiety

The two voices in terse opposition

Tearing me apart

My breath counteracts the wind

I breathe, manipulating the wind that seeks to destroy

Like a wild animal, snared; willing to chew off its own limb

Hobbled but free from this hell

Flow like the limb; yield but never shall I break