when everything becomes too muchmy

when everything becomes too much

my brain is filled to the brim

with stress anxiety and such

I'm drowning, help me swim

I need to isolate myself, my fortress of solitude

warm blankets, sweet candles, feeling serene with the knowledge

that in here I am safe to brood

till my mind has quieted, my levels have fallen

and once again I am calm

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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