Anxiety

My mind's a maze, no exit clear,

Each turn a question, each path a fear.

A simple thought blooms into dread,

As doubt takes root and quietly spreads.

I lie awake, my body still,

While restless worries bend my will.

The silence roars, the shadows creep,

And once again, I’m robbed of sleep.

Do they see my faults, the cracks I hide?

Will they judge the truths I keep inside?

Am I enough, or just a mask,

Failing every silent task?

I second guess the things I know,

Each step forward feels so slow.

My heart aches for a moment’s reprieve,

To trust in myself, to finally believe.

But here I am, with the weight I bear,

Fighting battles that aren’t even there.

Still, I dream of lighter skies,

And a mind that won’t betray my tries.

~RMC