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Floating Without A Dead Sea Solution
Anxiety being the cause to a solution I can’t solve
They can’t find a cause
so I’m floating without a solution
a limbo state created by the lack
of information that becomes misinformation
so quickly and you’re in one of those salt
filled pools, overbrimming with
more salt than the Dead Sea
just to hold your body
upright, to keep your limbs
working by the everlasting hold
of buoyancy. It keeps alluding
your fingertips when you hold it
to float above it all. Sometimes
feeling emotions translates to numbness.
I am in a state of sensory deprivation
to keep my reactions at a state
of lack, so I don’t feel anxiety
curl its fingers around my throat
press until I can’t breathe
the room spinning out of control
fight or flight activated and I don’t
know how to fight this and taking flight
will do nothing because the pursuer is my mind
and it can pursue me
at any time it chooses to find me.
I will be there, waiting,
the body held by the Dead Sea
its buoyancy holding me like a promise
it will pass, more will come
you’re well known to overcome
everything that happens
your reaction is always
under your control
never the circumstances
repeating it like scripture.
I hold close to my heart
when it starts to race
a reminder that this world
isn’t mine to control
but my reactions
are always under my control.
