poem Troubled mind By Cara Thereon on Monday, September 21, 2015 Terror not confined just to the night Choices sneaking up to scare me Seeing future images I didn’t want Suppressing screams as I wait for reality to play out My special brand of insanity “Will I survive me” The questions I ask as I lie awake Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditTumblrPocketLike this:Like Loading... thinking 3 Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
I ask myself this regularly… I hope the answer to your question is a positive one and that you find it soon, thus being able to put those fears at rest.
I hope so too. I’m scared I won’t like the answer I’ll get though.
This is unfortunately the case with many questions… worrying about it only makes it worse longer though. Hope the answer is what you wish for…