Battling Anxiety
poem by Sharon "Shayla" Barnhart
Sun rise over the horizon of the ocean level.
Days are ready to start, how will it go?
Standing in the sand barefoot;
Watching the sun, and
Hearing the water
Smoothes my anxiety.
Water that moves to the shore
Waves rise higher, higher, soaring.
As if it reaching for the sky up above
Only to be pull back,
Repeatedly as if it was nervous.
"Is it anxious?" I asked myself?
It seem like it look for something,
Is it out of reach or is it retreating?
Maybe it just does not know how to calm itself?
Always rushing into emotional choas,
With minds so unstable
Enough to realized the damaged was done.
May the days linger.
as the sun start to set.
Night shadow grows darker
As the water start to settle as it giving up the search for the day.
Although, it doesn't stop my mind from running all day.
Therefore, wishing the oceans was more of my brain
To be calm at the end of the day.
Then, I could be manage it just as the nature does.
It hit me, this is nature way of life.
I guess it mean, I am normal in the way of life.
It okay to be a bit of a mess, I have ways of expressing truely
recongized my authetic self.
About the Creator
Shayla Barnhart
Full time mama π€±π½
Full time College student π©π½βπ»
Iβm hard of hearing person π§π½ββοΈ
Advocacy/Psychology/Criminal Justice major π
Love using emojis π₯°
I love the beach ππ½ββοΈ
Two things I miss is
Being a cheerleader π€Έπ½ββοΈ
And coffee βοΈ
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