A Tempest of Worries

No peace of mind without worries. It ignites like a spark in your brain.
It flickers for a moment and then again and again.
You try to chase it away, but it won’t go,
You tell it to stop existing, yet it says ‘No’.
You know it’s easy to get rid of while still small.
But it stays in your brain having a ball.
Despite all your efforts to extinguish the spark
It keeps multiplying like in a village the dogs’ bark.
Pretty soon all your brain cells are burning,
And your stomach slowly starts turning.
You feel a nasty pain in your chest,
Your hands tremble and there is no rest.
Your new worry soon invites her brothers and sisters.
They keep popping up like in new shoes blisters.
It all resembles a tempest at sea,
And you keep asking yourself: Is this really me?
You meditate and do all the relaxing techniques,
While worries keep sparkling for kicks.
If all else fails you start to pray,
And wait patiently for a better day.
You know deep inside that sooner or later the skies will clear,
And the tempest of worries will no longer be near.
The sun will shine and there’ll be no wind’s gust,
The mild waves will caress the sandy beach’s crust.
You’ll wait there for a sunset and all its hues,
To the variety of worries there’ll be no more clues.
You’ll know at that moment that for a peace of mind like this
First you have had to experience the deadly anxiety’s kiss.

Take care,

Helena Smole, author of:

– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships

Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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