Poems for the Sad and Weary

Distress

The heart is beating faster than normal;

Cheeks are red, anxiety is paid

To linger at the base of your spine

Where it attacks the root of all fine

Things that might happen to you.

This is not another poem about a guy,

Or a girl, or anything remotely related to love

Because there is something more distressing up above,

Up high in those irreparable cells,

Those neurons that beat in sync with your fears

And I can tell you how frightening it is

To be so close yet so far from complete peace.

Intimidation in its purest form

Occurs not by threats or physical build but rather,

It starts from within-an empty bottle of esteem

That is mislabeled as complacency. Let me redeem

Myself from any promise I might have made

Under the guise of 'feeling better'

And keeping your chin up is the first step

Away from the tantalizing option of being the girl that fled

And that is as far as I've gotten;

The shivers come, the breaths turn shallow,

The heartbeat quickens loudly, noisily-

A pity that it does not come from any form of gallantry.