you try to
hide it
even from
yourself.
exhaustion has
found you. it's
seeped into the
marrow of your
bones.
every motion is
heavy. you're fighting
off dizzying waves of
sleep in
daylight.
you think you're
not having nightmares,
but you're having
nightmares.
the goblins
have captured your
soul & they're tearing it to
shreds.
anxiety
lightning has struck the
center of your
spine
& left your
nerves smoldering with
fear.
your tongue is
toasted into
drybread when you
wake.
such wrenching
worry sets humankind
apart from other living
things.
your id is
afraid & wants you to
know it.
the immense
caverns of darkness that
you drag behind you
are experiencing
devastation.
climb to the highest
point in your
heart &
watch your world
storm.
there is no stopping
those green puss-filled
clouds
from expressing their
horror.
your mind is
convulsing with black
bile.
let it be. you
can't reverse it
now.
even if
you need to
witness your life's
end––
peace is
coming.
you are your
heart & the mountains of
your heart & the
mirror gazing at the
sky––
the tranquil
dawn is
coming.