Stress

Stress is a bitch!

It turned my normal life into a storm.

Ripping apart my well being.

Tearing apart all that was once good.

I’ve been tossed into the arms of uncertainty

and I just want to be left alone
to nurse the

cuts on my brain,

the aches and the pain.

All compliments of anxiety and stress.

Like snipers, they took aim at my spirit and

I don’t remember who I once was,

before the projectiles of worry and loneliness

found their intended target.

I feel smaller.

Lesser.

Why me, Lord?

How much more am I supposed to be able to take?

I’m wounded and irritable and I’m unable to sleep.

Stress is my caffeine.

An evil little stimulant that

keeps me spinning out of control.
My mind can't rest.
Helplessly I spiral into unknown darkness.

I’m unable to fight fairly that which I can not see.

My opponent has no reflection, but

I know it’s always there.

How do I win against a cunning

enemy called stress?