Paradox of Anxiety

Embracing the emotional
upheavals of anxiety is such a paradox.
It’s like being imprisoned
in your own body,
it dictates its own terms.
Every session feels like a futile attempt
to vanquish your demons.
Then it strikes again, relentless,
without warning,
and you succumb to its
deplorable conditions.
It has become my soulmate,
my own shadow brought to life.
Like the spectrums of day and night,
fueled by enough energy
to sprint a marathon,
or subdued by such trepidation,
by never-ending fear.
Then far away in the horizon
the luminous skies remind me,
to embrace my sorrows,
to embrace my stay,
that my Father is ever present
and paradise awaits.

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