Anxiety wears a mask
Of bright smiles
The practiced relaxation of muscle tension
The darkening of the iris
Written off as a trick of the light
Hands tucked into pockets
To keep steady
Beneath the smile
Drips a venomous reverence
Filling the stomach with quivering insects
Adding a boldness to handwriting
In an effort to cut out
Physical symptoms of internal struggle
Stranded at low tide
With a heart open wide
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Black Box
PoetryInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
