 Alone (on anxiety)
Alone
Torn, tattered,
Empty, alone,
dead?
No, not quite
dead -
yet.
For hope is
lost.
The battle's over,
The enemy's won.
What now?
I lie here,
a stranger in
my
own
world:
listless, empty,
and completely,
utterly
alone.
How can you win when
you fight yourself, when
the enemy shares
your very
soul?
Oppressor and oppressed,
Victimizer and victim-
we are all one and the same, and
therein lies the rub.
I cannot breathe.
I cannot feel,
cannot hope, dream,
pray, wish,
love, hate, think,
be!
This is too much.
Optimists would say,
"Maybe someday -"
I am no optimist.
I am no fool.
Optimists are rare,
their "somedays"
even more so.
And yet -
And yet...
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Dave
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PCOS - dx July 2005 fibromyalgia - dx July 2008 chronic insomnia social anxiety disorder depression current meds: Ocella, Lyrica, Nabumetone, Zoloft 19 year old English major Bisexual cyster I love my 3 cute lil furbabies!!!
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