Wed, 08/24/2016 - 03:01 -- lizann

I'm shaken, I'm shaking

but not from the thunder

pretty soon then, my heart booms

but not from the lightning

The weather outside is nothing compared

to the way I feel when anxious, hyper, and scared

The most terryfing storms that exists

aren't from water

but from thoughts

that run

and run

and run

and eventually errode

my serotonin stones

This storm will pass when waters calm up in the sky

The same goes for the whirling words in my mind

I'm steady, I'm ready

but not from washing away and cleansing my head

I don't clear my mind and relax in bed

but instead

I release the flood

destroy the dam

and create a


in this




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