Poetry For Everyday People
No Matter The Demons
Not to be dramatic
but at times
these words
are a rope
when I'm dangling
from life,
when my mind
is hard on me,
when my psychological
chemistry is oil and vinegar,
I sit here dancing
for my sanity,
sometimes
it's beyond
a stiff drink
or a punching bag,
anxiety's snake
slithers quiet
wrapping it's hell
around me,
as I reach
for the word,
deep in a place
I desperately need,
to convince
myself,
It's alright.
but at times
these words
are a rope
when I'm dangling
from life,
when my mind
is hard on me,
when my psychological
chemistry is oil and vinegar,
I sit here dancing
for my sanity,
sometimes
it's beyond
a stiff drink
or a punching bag,
anxiety's snake
slithers quiet
wrapping it's hell
around me,
as I reach
for the word,
deep in a place
I desperately need,
to convince
myself,
It's alright.
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No Matter The Demons
No Matter The Demons