To walk outside; my prision

by Jacki   Mar 29, 2005

Anxiety cripples me, primary insomnia,
Guilt built up for years inside my body.
Opportunities fade; while I stare out the
Rustic pained window.
Apprehensiveness surrounds me like a
Paradises prison sheltering me.
Horrified and qualm
Obsessing about my worries.
Beauty lays outside my reach because
Inner blizzards shutter me inside
Afraid of leaving my safe zone; I'll just cry.


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