Every morning there’s a new inhibition & anxiety
That takes birth in various forms.
One day I feel am having symptoms
And another day I think I am just imagining it.
Every month there’s a new hope
But only gives birth to a new upward anxiety slope.
False hope is like a mirage
That’s increasingly, making a false image.
Nonchalant me seems to be so lost
That I feel like am anxieties new host.
Internet research or doc nothing seems to work
& after trying everything I smirk.
What made it soo easy earlier?
So I wonder, what’s the barrier?
I am certain, someday it will strike
And my happiness will hike.
By Monika Shrimal