Miss Daisy's Petals : October 2020

Thursday, 15 October 2020

A short poem about anxiety

I have never shared a post like this before on my blog, but I thought maybe today is the day I try something new :)

I want to share a short poem that I wrote which describes the crippling feeling of anxiety and how it can feel like this constant cycle. It is written in an abstract form so no direct language is used, but I hope you will be able to decipher its meaning. I am not much of a poet so please don’t judge me too harshly. :)

The Hand

She lies awake on her bed at night, she feels the hand inside unlocking doors.

Her mind can’t close the doors as fast as the hand is opening them.

Her stomach continually churning, the hand wrings her insides like a wet towel.

She moves her knees to her chest, as those fingers poke and stab.

Jab after jab in her side, she squeezes tighter and tighter.

She drifts away into her dreams, the doors begin to lock themselves.

The morning sunshine hits her eyes, the veneer of serenity sweeps away as she feels the hand clasp her shoulder.

…and those doors begin to unlock, one after another, after another.

Being able to express this means so much to me, as I learn to challenge the things that the world sometimes presents as unchangeable. Prayer, support, openness, surrender and therapy have shown more clearly that victory is within reach and she indeed has the upper hand.