Anxiety’s a Devil, always feeds
upon the knowledge of one’s darker side,
will not be quelled. You cannot meet its needs
by taking on another’s pain. Don’t hide,
it finds you out, don’t try and turn the tide,
nor let the flood engulf. A wise man heeds
alarms, knows acting’s best, he must not bide.
Anxiety’s a Devil, always feeds
upon itself. But if the life one leads
is comfort filled, protected, one can’t ride
to better art, or reach great heights and speeds
upon the knowledge of one’s darker side.
Awareness is a step, that’s all. Decide
to face the devil that’s within, his greeds
are endless, gnawing, never satisfied,
will not be quelled. You cannot meet his needs,
and he who tries, turns cannibal, succeeds
by eating only at himself. Defied,
anxiety just flows, never recedes
by taking on another’s pain. Don’t hide
behind some group identity, implied
by victimhood, for cultivating weeds
in thousand acre fields deep inside
is not a cure, it sows self loathing’s seeds,
always.
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