Stronghold
A poem for someone who has had anxiety
By Simran DanielPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash
The world is spinning,
I am losing my mind,
My faith is crumbling,
My vision's going blind,
I grasp in the dark,
I find no steady hold,
I fear, I fear,
I am losing my control.
I breath in the air,
Only to choke on it cold,
I hope and I hope,
To never feel this alone,
But there are shadows in the dark,
They whisper to my soul,
Darling, oh darling,
This is your stronghold.
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Simran Daniel
Just exploring emotions, unpacking thoughts, and sharing stories that come on at a random time and refuse to let go.
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