My anxiety is a invisible dragon,
His long juggled tail curled around my heart,
Seconds away from squeezing till it bursts!
His sharp, pointed teeth a mere millimetre away from sinking into the soft curves of my brain!
His great shadow wings resting for now,
But always ready to unfurl and create a havoc inside my chest!
He is my Goliath! 
Each day I wake,
I keep my eyes squeezed shut tight,
searching inside of myself for the dragon!
Is he awake?
Is he hungry?
more worse, is he angry?
It is a constant battle with a worthy foe,
for the dragon is cunning,
so cunning that he has convinced me, time and time again!
that the danger exists real and that the constant choking thoughts are mine!
and not the result of poisonous fangs sinking into the softest parts of me!
Each day I wake,
weary, afraid and burdened
the dragon's presence a heavy weight on my chest!
Wondering he'll unleash himself on me,
or choose to stay asleep!
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