In the dead of night, silence dances to the racing of my heart. I sit in my bed illuminated by my lamp's orange glow. Hours slide past as time stands still- I'm as calm and raging as flickering flame. And I gulp down herbal tea as if it's the remedy to the manic anxiety in … Continue reading Late Night Anxiety
Tag: poem about restlessness
RestlessI want to move-to run.I want to think-to create.I'm readyto do, to be, and to become.Instead I sit at my desk.The model of modern productivity.