Evolving Emotions: Centrifuge

Having depression and anxiety is kind of a

Funny thing. 

Those depressed moods

However awful they are

Remain comfortable 

Remain separate from the whirlwind of

Thought and obsessive

Worry

I can’t fall from the floor

There is no surprise 

No jarring suddenness 

Just peace in the low and dull

It’s a sick cycle

That enraptures 

Makes me yearn for the consistency 

That is ruining my life.

You don’t take chances

There’s no point

You don’t try things

Why would I?

Are you ever going to start living your life?

Do you want the truth?

Maybe a day will come

When the anxiety isn’t so grand

And the depression seems just a little 

Unappealing 

A day where I step out from the centrifuge

That whirls and spirals

And step into the light

With a novelty I never knew 

And a take on life 

I had never held in my hands

With a world of possibilities 

I had yet to realize