Weeping, as I try not to lose control.
Requiring encouragement to stay and not let go.
Breathing is heaving my chest in sort of discomfort.
Roaming the floors, so I will not close my eyes.
Fearing if I become still, my ghost Will spill.
Spill out of me, ready I am not so I weep and roam these floors crying out.
HELP!
The attention I do not desire or wish for.
The encouragement and those arms I long for.
Embrace me.
Running your fingers through my hair whispering into my ear.
You are not leaving this is your anxiety.
Pushing my body closer up against your chest.
Soothing it all seems.
The smoothness of the silk blanket against my lips, and daydreaming of the encouragement.
The embracing the whispering words.
Anxiety did not get the best of me.
About the Creator
Audie Edwards
I am an amateur writer, who loves to write poems.
I feel poetry is my only escape from reality. I love to play with the imagination a little and get Dark. We all have nightmares and fears
I just put mine to work in a beautifully written poem.
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