Poems plucked from the bowels of a conflicted mind.
Here he cowers, his pride is dead, can't raise his body, can't lift his head. Wounded gravely, no part spared, his wings are shattered, his hope impaired.
The quote below has been the driving force of my pursuit to overcome my social anxiety. It has helped me a lot. “Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.” Dorothy Thompson.
My demons name is anxiety A villain that many will know But where you, dear reader, may tame it I cower in fear of it so It keeps me from sleep and from waking It plunders my memory and smiles It...