Her anxiety
An ocean
A wave of emotion
Rips through her
All too often.
It trickles through her everyday
seeping into cracks in her core
small springs turn to gushing floods
in a split second.
She crashes down on me
and I stand
the force of her tide
drowning in her doubt.
Holes eroded by the constant drip;
rapids ricochet through her body
her mind awash;
thoughts tumbling in the whirlpool.
She crashes down on me
and I stand
drenched in her
a lighthouse in the storm.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
Her anxiety
An ocean
A wave of emotion
Rips through her
All too often.
It trickles through her everyday
seeping into cracks in her core
small springs turn to gushing floods
in a split second.
She crashes down on me
and I stand
the force of her tide
drowning in her doubt.
Holes eroded by the constant drip;
rapids ricochet through her body
her mind awash;
thoughts tumbling in the whirlpool.
She crashes down on me
and I stand
drenched in her
a lighthouse in the storm.