Wearing my jewellery keeps me safe
Locked deep inside by all its weight
Safe from emotions, love and hate
Rage and calm emotionless states.
Powerless and chained to anxiety attacks
Sleepless nights and longer days
Asking why I feel this way.
Silver chains draped from neck to wrist,
anxiety sets in with its evil twist,
can’t be controlled, it has its grip.
Simple tasks become a chore,
taking a shower, putting clothes in a drawer.
These chains I wear, never taking them off,
When I feel secure, they pull me back.
I’m finally at rest now, the chains are broke,
now I am free to live like normal folk.
But don’t get me wrong, it still lies in me
Bound and chained with ANXIETY.