Oh, Panic
She comes when you aren’t looking,
she doesn’t give you time
Creeps up behind your shoulder and slips her fingers down your spine
Bites deep into your skin and breathes her name into your mind,
as her trembles course your veins,
and against your chest your heart bangs
Dear Panic
You ask,
what do i owe this visit to my brain.
She smiles then and twists you toward her, and straightens up your back
then slides her hands across your cheek and rests them on your neck
There is no fight against her now, her strength knows no bounds
and you know no remedy to the darkness she surrounds.
Panic is profound
Tightening her endless grip, her lips steal your breath
and your forced to fall into her darkness and her depth
No longer do you shiver, but no longer can you breathe
and no longer can you see the light that kept you on your feet
You curl into her darkest pit without anymore fight
Panic has won again, taken you into her night
Why are you here? You whisper heavily,
as your body begins to numb, and
her dizzying voice answers back
because you are the one.
The one who tries to get away,
the one who tries to win
and you need to know that i’m your brain and thus
this never ends.
Even when you smile wide,
we were meant to be,
and every time you forget that,
I’ll bring you back to me..
That lifeless spot inside your eyes
that darkness in your heart, the fear beneath your confidence
is where i’ve left my mark.
And yes you may move on and I may leave you be for years
But when it’s time to pull you back, oh, wipe away those tears
because i’m the only one who’s stayed, the only thing that makes you whole.
Without me you’d have never found the light inside your soul.
You’ll be fine, you tell yourself, and I’ll make sure its true
because all i’ll ever want again, is the light inside of you.
Rest now, i’ve had my fun, and your all tuckered out.
i’ll see you on a brighter day beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Rest now , find your strength and don’t forget to breathe
Cherish your freedom when I let you out this cage
Fly as high as the stars, take every chance to be brave
Because I will always be your Panic,
And you’ll always be my slave.
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✦ "the writer's crisis" ✦ Sometimes I wonder who I’d be without my pen without my time all alone eyes low busy describing etching my interpretation of every moment, turned memory— because that’s the irony I describe my past my memories, fleeting emotions I’m remembering in present time that fades to “past” every moment I review, reflect— the words I write are never truly what define me because they, like my pain, are so very far behind me. So who am I without my pen? Who am I without my pain? I fear the answer will force me to identify in unfamiliar ways. ~~ #halcyonpoetry #poemaday #poetsofinstagram #poetryforanxiety #shadowworker #innerhealingpoetry #spiritguides #poeticinsights #michiganpoet #sacredart #innerhealing #channeledpoetry #poemsofig #writingcommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CGSZVX8n3tT/?igshid=7y2zectbk955
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