My Neighbors


My Neighbors

Anxiety and depression are neighbors.
…And by neighbors I mean jail cells.
I am the prisoner that visits both cells regularly,
I tip toe from one cell…to the next.
This teeter totter suddenly becomes a tug of war
Depression dragging my feet down to stay in one place…
While anxiety pulling me in the opposite direction.
Both treat me like lovers...dedicating their only time into my being...as the roles have now been switched.
No longer am I held captive in this box limited to my mind… But now I am owned by depression and anxiety as whole.
But I’m the home where these roommates reside in,
When depression drugs my body to feel numb…unable to move, anxiety rushes to revive my heart by pumping air into these lungs.
Faster and faster, until I can no longer breathe once more.
Gasping for air after sinking below the depths of the ocean of despair,
Where two paths lies depression and anxiety.
Where both lead to one road.
It is a place where many have been taken against their will.
Their mind and body are servants to their unwanted deeds…
The only way to break free is to keep holding on,
I hold onto faith before these walls cave in,
The candle’s fire is burning out…
I am that fire that raises its flames.
Fighting the storms of the wind.
To light these dark, gloomy halls again.
Be the flame that the night does not put out.
For the flame fights silently and does not shout.

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