Nowhere.
There is no place to run
no hiding place at all,
no place of safety left to you
when the ‘Terrifyers’ call.
They sit upon your shoulder
as you slowly lose your mind
no reason and no logic,
no safe place for to find.
© sweetwater 2023
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I felt the onset of anxiety as I read this.
We all have our “magic palaces” into which we can retreat, but life has a way of changing the locks and hiding the keys.
It’s a horrid feeling, isn’t it.
I agree on the locks and keys, there is no way to win, is there.
Suex
The worst terrors are those we inflict upon ourselves. We can’t escape them, we carry them with us wherever we go. I think the Terrifyers is a good name for it and this is a good description of how it makes us feel.
Thank you, if ‘they’ aren’t around I am a cheerful, optimistic and forward looking person, then they arrive and I fall into a black swamp, and just want to scream and scream. So, terrifying. Sue.x
Angst? Yes. Observation? Yes. You cleverly pen this with few words.
Perhaps we must create places of refuge and freedom within ourselves, do you think?
Allen
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Hi Alan, I want to escape me, there is no refuge or freedom inside or outside myself when this happens, just overwhelming terror and it’s all consuming. As long as things realign properly then I’m as free and happy as a bird flying high again. Letting it out in writing helps. X Sue.
I really understand this short poem. It is bold and truthful.
Those buggers occasionally come to me as well (and my son. )
If you are describing acute anxiety attacks, especially those that come in the night, I understand totally.
If however, you are describing something else like sleep paralyses / night visitations, drop me a line.
Poets tend to be super-sensitive and so unfortunately are open to this kind of thing.
There ARE ways to win. It involves never giving in to fear (easier said than done I know. )
Alison x
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