Quicksand

I'm still working on this one, but decided to post it anyway. And, no, I am not currently suffering from anxiety or depression. I started with the word worry and it triggered thoughts about interactions with people I have been close to.


The Quicksand of Worry

Why does it feel so comfortable

to wallow in worry?

It slowly sucks you in

And coddles you.

Warm

Secure

Familiar.

Until you realize

it’s quicksand.

And you have to fight

to survive.

Sinking

Thrashing

Scared.

Consumed by worry.

Desperate

to get out

before it kills you.