Ode to My Nervous Mind

Tales of a Hypochondriac

You make me tremble, when there is no winter.
You take my energy, when I have done nothing.
You give me pain, when there is no injury.
Shall it be possible, mind?
Possible to release me from your tight grasp?
To not only survive, but to live?
I count the days,
That turn to weeks,
That turn to years.
May I take a breath of precious air?
Air that has escaped my body for far, too long.
Air.
How I miss the days of calm breath.
A breath that calms you, mind.
You keep my joy locked away.
Like a greedy man with his gold.
Yet, you let it trickle, ever so slowly.
Why must you curse me with bewilderment?
All I seek is clarity.
You’re an ocean, mind.
So, very deep with emotion.
Emotions that are not familiar.
You sink me.
Your waves crash against my body.
Your currents…

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