Paintbox

Anxiety in a bottle

If my body is the sea,
Then the tiny specks of stardust must also be me.
There must be something of a possibility
Living in the sandy bed of the green.

If my mind is an ocean,
Then all my internal monologues and anxieties
Are all messages in a bottle
Left out at sea
For only the mermaids to hear.

If my heart is a light house
Then the bulb clearly isn't working
Because I feel dull and meaningless
And my circuits must be fried
Because the ships are all stuck in my crippling doubt.

If my knowledge is the beach
At least it's littered with shells
And scattered with gemstones
My creativity is a tourist destination
An international pull
When I feel like hell.

21.3.16