anxiety tides by Heather Keebaugh

the worries come in waves (annoying), flowing through me, leaving pain in their wake

here I sit on the beach of my mind, stuck as the tide flows in (too much), wanting to wash me back into the spiral

rocks bombard me carried by the current, spiking poking tearing ripping through me (out of place boring), ignoring the protestations of positivity once again

will it ever get better, will I ever be able to sit on the sand and just enjoy my life

(clueless worthless waste of space)

or will I flounder again and again and again and get nowhere earn nothing except more aches