I sit and I think, too long

Let the scourge cloud belief,

Doubts float in, fog over

Let unfounded fear flood confidence and control

Wash away certainty

Certainly, frustratingly

It is one thing of which I can have no doubts

That the tide of conviction will turn

Bring with it the wrecking

Mind wracking

Second Guess - a vessel departing for a neverending voyage

An expedition to prove myself wrong

Plotting a course through certain ridicule

Destined for failure.


The treasure I seek is a distraction

An escape

From the suffocating, soundless questioning

Of mind's maps charting lines through oceans

Of prophesised disaster

From the self-sacrifice of time and mind.


Mind you, I ponder

Ready the cannons

Or unfurl the sails

For this procrastination is another sure fire way

To fail.

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Martin Elder

Fri 12th Jul 2019 09:24

Anxiety is both beautifully written about and wonderfully explored in this poem. Anybody who has not really suffered this can truly understand how crippling it can be.

Nice one

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