A storm crackles in the distance.

It looms overhead,

making its way through my troubled mind.

The silver moonlight reflects on the dark swirling clouds of thought

and provides relief from the ever-present anxieties.

It prowls though cityscapes and swells into a monster

roaring with thunder and glimmering with sudden streaks of electricity.

“Can we talk?”

A glorious beam of lightning strikes

from the swirling heart of the beast.

Its rage sparks upon the ground

and flames are tossed

and picked up in the wind.

Golden fire rises into the sky

and pierces the souls of those watching.

The wind grows faster

and pursues the pace of my beating heart,

envious of its speed.

Continuously growing

Faster faster

Higher higher

The words keep coming

and I keep listening.

The sweet moonlight is no more

and my mind cannot be bothered to reason.

I’m swept up in its terrible gust.

Echoing voices surround me.

Consume me.

Crush me.

The storm of anxiety controls my mind

and I cannot outrun it.