Unclench my Mind
Anxiety and daymares
of what might be
oh, the tangle of mind!
It took years to see
through it—and still
it sets snares
leaps from the corner
clamps on my throat
makes up stories
and takes me down
Unclench my mind
I’m scaring myself
Feel the confusion
draw it close
breathe it in, soften
my heart-thrumming body
I'll consider this—
Maybe all is well
Didi, I could feel the mind making up stories and then frightening itself with them. “Maybe all is well” at the end feels like such a gentle hand on your own shoulder. ❤️
Yes--what tangled webs we weave!