Anxiety is like a mountain which
we carry but we need to understand that, this mountain is supposed to be
climbed and not be carried anymore. A short poesy dedicated to anxiety…
An ailment isn’t anxiety, it’s
just that an anxious mind is more connected with the deity.
The life breathes 24 hours a day
and every next morning is a new play.
A tiny pain cites the whole life in
vain, and a little glory wipes out all that bane.
Every-day the new-life falls
after a goal, life with anxiety is a strife on the whole.
They know they’re the best and
stands nowhere the rest, yet all who comes in their way to success- is their
anxious mind that works faster and brings distress.
Waiting for the result every
second seems as being bitten by a bee, where everyone else says “patience is
the key”.
She undertakes a continuous
interaction of her mind with the soul, no she’s not a cuckoo! Just stop pulling
that troll.
He thinks a lot and fears the
wrong, oh come on! That doesn’t mean he isn’t strong.
In every attempt to reach the
light, the casted shadow repels from the near, and that is all about the
baggage of their insecurity and fear.
Anxiety is a battle, please hold
back from showing your rattle;
Instead appease us with your care
and make the World for us fair.
Comments
Post a Comment