—A poem dedicated to battling Anxiety
What once broke me has become fierce
Garnished with bloodshot eyes and ears
And a mouth that feeds off my fears
attached to it is a wide unapologetic screen
my mistakes it doesn’t preen
But collectively displays,
watches, and prevails
“The Ludicrous Fall of the Strong”
Chanting its diabolical song
It’s quite opinionated truth be told,
Sophisticated misery i behold
Oblivious to its might,
i presume it cannot increment in size
Only to know
I’m up for a show
As the curtains unfold,
My endurance I’ve sold.
Darling, who will catch you at the bottom of the pit?
How many treacherous slippery hands are you willing to fit
Before you grab your own
And witness your glorious dawn
Frail soul, toughen up
Pick up your sword and buckle up
For your battle is as long as you desire
So put on your battlefield attire
And conquer what broke you.
Don’t satisfy it through validation
It’s your reincarnation!
– Sarah Awji