You’re an invisible scar
holding me down, holding me back
you know where I hurt
you know where I hide
and you come find me
some days or some nights.

You’re a waking nightmare
that I can’t push aside
I wake up alone beside
a silent killer, that nameless
monster that breaks me
down in silence, in fear.

You’ve stolen youth and
voices too like dark clouds
hanging beneath you, a storm
raging quietly on, an art form
that you cannot control.


*At the moment I am sharing my thoughts on anxiety. These thoughts and poems may be featured in a potential second collection entitled Monsters Under My Bed about various mental illnesses from anxiety and depression to dyslexia and autism. You are getting a first look.