Anxiety - Poem

Anxiety
I am distant from the signs of electrons sending me valuable information.
I act as always, in light speed without any acknowledgement of the obvious warnings.

I am afraid of the development of this sensation that I do not want to comprehend.
I am running with the speed of light, too frightened to even move.

I feel the power of the long-overdue thunderstorm raise within.
I am electrocuted by the seemingly sudden shock of my body.

I attempt to escape this paralysing inconvenience.
I usually fail at my attentive escape plan for these shocking situations.

I take notes of the increased power of the bouldering thunder within.
I have no choice than to feel the painful electrical waves that currently pulsating through my body.

I am shown the mistakes that have to lead this energy to be stagnated.
I am fried alive by the waves of information that I still want to refuse.

I am dead, everything I acknowledged as myself is fried to ashes.
I conclude that I am no more than a pile of burned filth.

This is not the first nether the last time the thunderbolts of death will rampage trough me.
I am unable to count how many times the ashes has burned out.

I suddenly one day listen to what my body had to say.
I didn’t go far away, instead, I faced the storm that day.

I have decided to listen to the electric sensation that screamed for help.
Now I acknowledge that the screams of help were myself.

I raise from the ashes, now that I comprehend how my flames must change.
The pain that once was for so long has faded away.

I wonder why I didn’t do this sooner.
I look my self in the mirror and say I acknowledge you, I will listen and I will change for you! Thank you!

Poem by
Mads Johan Øgaard