Clouded Vision.
Response to an article on anxiety.
Coils of smoke
from greying ashes
swirl about my heels,
they pull me down
to shadowed spaces,
tearing at my mind.
Will no one take
my flailing hand,
prise apart those
fingers clenched,
place light
upon my palm?
© sweetwater 2023
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Thank you Trevor, you have read between the lines very well, I had been in a very lonely, dark, fearful place when I read the article, and saw only blackness around me, I needed someone to take my hand and lighten my darkness. I thought perhaps that was also how the people in the article felt. Sue.
Beautiful piece. Very well worded and carefully so. Like I wrote in another comment you have some talent I think. You can even become a writer lol 😉
Hi, thank you I very much appreciate your comment, I may try poetry next time hehe. X