Anxiety
Will you think I am brokenIf I just rant about my life?
I don't want you to see me as weak orbroken because if you do then I can't change it and that image is stuck, unmovable in the mind.
I hate being considered weak. Emotions are dangerous because they hurt you or others. How can I be saved from the devastation
of having someone pity me.
Of being labeled as broken. I wish I could stay unchanging and strong as the ocean.
But the ocean is constantly changing which creates its strength. It thrashes and breaksbut is not considered shattered.
Could I be like that? Could I be safe in waters cold embrace? Or am I drowning, unable to breathe?
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Howdy Y'all,
Here's another poem! I have a few more in the works, I hope you like them.
~ B. Whetstone
