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Like a Rhyme, Time And Tension Leaves Its Mark Behind

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.

Inside The Shadows Reside The Rhymes

 Inside The Rhymes

Inside The Rhymes

I have found that I write my muses as though I don’t have enough time to finish them. I’m anxious as though I’m running out of time. My anxiety is heightened to an intensity that makes my brain feel as though it sloshes back and forth inside my head, which I really think it does. Time is running out.

I have so much to write about and no one wants to read as much as I want to write. I don’t even want to read as much as I write! I find it very annoying to have to re-read my muses to edit them. So much to say, so little time to say it.
Why all this anxiety?!

Like a rhyme, time passes through my mind.
The rhythm of the words pulse like a metronome, ticking like a clock.
Repeating a story to be told, a door to open, a love to behold.
Something new, something old.

Why does it choose me?
Is it meant for me?
What is it? Why is it?
I’ve never sensed this before.

I search for affinity to complete my essence.
I’m rejected and sent away.
Dejection doesn’t cure my ills nor is it welcome to stay.
I find seclusion as I search for pure inclusion.

I reside in the shadows, I shy from the light.
My mind spins upside down as I elude to the underground.
Tension tortures my brain. There’s no relief in sight. No, none.
I’m exhausted, I’m tired, I’m compromised with fright.

Where will my relief come from?
When will I feel complete?
Who will find me?
Who will cure me?

Reside In The Shadows

Shadows

Shadows

© 2020 Laurie S Novak