Over the cobbled streets of doom I tread
Even though I’ve still not got out of bed
You see doom lurks, bewitching in my head
And off my anxiety it is fed
Turning cobbles to paths of molten coals
Sucks my dreams and passions into black holes
Changing faces of friends to that of foes
Blotting out joy and blinding me with woes
You see doom eats away at who I am
It tells me I can’t... even when I can
I fight it back but then it floors me, WHAM!
For my family it cares not a damn
Gratitude’s a weapon I hear it told
Stronger in loves sacred circle, twofold
Like Excalibur... it’s magic of old
But it takes strength to keep within your hold
So as the mist of doom rises once more
I’ll count blessings, draw curtains... bar the door
With my new found courage let out in roar
This incantation’s chant of old lore
“I am good enough just the way I am
I can do anything... oh yes I can
I’ll conquer my fears and defeat ill thoughts
I’ll learn to love myself... just like I ought”
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
