I awoke this morning with all these thoughts

With a jumble of noise running through my head

The worries and fears that lay underneath

the surface of everything else.

How heavy it sits when the world is silent.

When all else sleeps and rests.

The mind that managed a little calm is tormented once again.

So many thoughts, so many fears, how can one person bare it?

No holiday can cure an anxious mind, one that has so much to process.

Calm and quiet for a little while,

only to awaken with the force

of a storm in the night whilst the world sleeps on.

A storm that batters and bruises

an island that feels so alone.

Out of reach of the mainland to weather the storm in silence.

Too much is the wind and rain,

the dark cloud that settles all over

letting no light in.

Letting no light in.

When hope feels so far away

and a tumultuous mind wins over

how small we feel,

like a tiny ship

cast away

on an endless sea.

Soothing is the pen on paper

bleed onto the page instead

Dampen the flame of anxiety

with gentle tears as you return to bed

Sleep a little more to soothe the soul

drift off on to calmer seas

The light will return eventually

and all is as it is meant to be.