Calm, and solid, never a riot Heavy like a weight on a string Muscles slow and mind quiet All this a little pill can bring Soft and slow like a winter storm Freezing over a mind and body Altering the natural form Changing for better or worse That is unknown Whether it be a blessing or curse No matter at all ‘cause emotions are alone Stranded, but free Heavy weighted body, what a cure Walking through water, maybe Sweet, blissful relaxation for sure
Written while trying a new medication to attempt to bring the physical symptoms of anxiety down. Amazing for a short while... but anxiety always returns.