Artwork by Carl Otto Hulten
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Always lurking, it lays in wait
hiding in shadows
cast by the light
Stealthy it stalks
just out of sight
it creeps in
and holds me
in the darkest
of night
It whispers
it taunts
it teases
with fright
Soundless echos
in the back
of my mind
I’ve nowhere to run
I’ve nowhere to hide
This thing that I fear
is somewhere inside
It slithers through thoughts
it sneaks into dreams
it binds and it shackles
with chains I can’t see
a lock without key
I cannot break free
I’m bound
and imprisoned
because the
monster is me
. . . anxiety.
Crystal R. Cook
The Qwiet Muse 
another great poem.
If you want to hear something equally dark and perhaps a bit more creepy, check out my album called The Madness that Lurks With in (with Rebekkah Hilgraves).
http://auralfilms.bandcamp.com/album/the-madness-that-lurks-within
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Nice piece.
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Thank you 🙂
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I discovered a story I wrote when I was about 9, and in it, anxiety slithered out of a crack in the ceiling, down a wall, and enveloped the princess and tried to attack her. Guess this beastie is a life-long friend to some.
Well writ, though, dear one.
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Yes – Sadly my beastie is as old as I am. I capture it in words every now and then though and chain it for a spell . . . I would love to year your 9 year old writer words 🙂
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I can’t remember where the book is. I found it when I was going through all the things to split up. I’ve put it somewhere safe, I’m sure.
(which means I won’t find it again til I’m 60)
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Anxiety has been visiting me, too.
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I hope it takes leave soon . . .
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It has…but it’s been a rough three weeks. Hopefully, the worst is over. 🙂
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powerful piece…feeling it, thank you for sharing
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Thank you 🙂
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An all too familiar monster, I’m afraid. I use my depression and anxiety to create monsters.
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Sometimes it’s my only muse . . .
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