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Anxiety

by Glenn Currier

You swallow up my faith,
you ravenous, gluttonous demon
you vicious venomous being
hiding, waiting
for the weakness and frailty
in my humanity.

You take me away
away from my anchors
from the precious Body of Christ
where my Father planted and nurtured me
and lavished upon me
unspeakable unrepeatable moments of joy.

When in your grip
I cannot seem to recall
my rich inheritance
the bloodline
into which I was born
and reborn.

So on this dark morning
I reach
into this night
I reach out
for the great antidote
to your venom.
I reach
into my depths
to grab a thread of his shawl
to fetch and clutch to my breast
the garment of grace
I need to pass beyond
your dark dank
undeserving
valley of fear.

11/22/2016

Author's Note: Thank goodness I do not often experience anxiety, but this poem seems to say what it was like about a year ago, in November 2016 when I was in that unique darkness.

Posted on 12/07/2017
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/09/17 at 06:07 PM

Nicely put Glenn. As a life long sufferer of Anxiety and Depression, this really hits home.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/20/17 at 11:38 AM

Glenn, I am so glad you are out of it, found your way through that dark and dank and ravenous anxiety to which poets, sensitive people and the like are all prone. You express it so well here, the last minute victory over what could have well become defeat.

Posted by Brian Francis on 12/21/17 at 05:27 PM

The pain of that struggle, the self doubt, and the self loathing are on display in full regalia in your poem. Nice flow and diction. Good read. peace --bf

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