Devotion to Your Well-Being: September 26, 2023

I try not to worry-

get out of my head,

crying as I lay in bed.

Unable to move,

anxiety cripples-

a sweat bead, trickles.

Breath wavers,

hard to regulate,

a heart attack?

I speculate.

Thoughts swirling,

they won’t stop,

I can’t stop imagining-

my tears just drop.

These visions I hide,

secrets,

making me tongue-tied.

I tried, to keep you safe,

away from harm,

but like an alarm,

the pictures keep coming.

Surrounding my senses,

in fences,

I can’t escape.

If I speak now,

who knows what I allow-

set into motion,

tides set,

like the ocean,

once the ripcurl begins-

it’s commotion.

We’ll never get through,

without my devotion.