The Fuzziness in My Brain
A cloud, not storm, yet never clear,
It hums—a static made of fear.
Soft tendrils wrap around my thought,
Undoing every war I fought.
Anxiety, a name it wears,
A shadow spun from quiet stares.
It knots my breath, it dims my light,
It turns my calm to endless fight.
A whisper says, you’re not enough,
Then folds that lie in velvet fluff.
Not sharp, not loud, just always there—
A comfort twisted into snare.
My dreams wear masks, my hopes walk slow,
Each step unsure of where to go.
I smile, pretend, perform the part,
While fog seeps deeper in my heart.
I want to hand this haze away,
To live unbound, in light, in day—
Free in breath, in love, in grace,
With a true, freeing smile on my face.
