Manipura problems

Fear starts in my diaphragm rising like bile until it is a primal scream in my throat in my head choking off the air until I want to crawl out of my own skin It’s just anxiety, they say nothing to be afraid of But they’re wrong There’s everything to be afraid of The world…

Event horizons and sticky thoughts

  Endlessly circling the point of no return Conjure up happy thoughts Sunshine and flowers But bad times stick, glue-like To the night hours Sleep time is sleepless time As dark fears call to you Staring at the black hole Gaping wide to welcome you You pass the event horizon And spiral in Forever