#and this poem acts as a metaphor of how ive learned to cope and live with my anxiety

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Poems: Day 10 (January 10th)

Harmonious Anxiety

There is a music inside me

There always has been

When I was younger,

before I knew much of anything,

my fingers fumbled over the keys and strings

attached to my organs

and what came was a cacophony

produced by my movements

inside

I tried to teach myself

how to turn the discordant noise

into something—anything—pleasant,

and sometimes I would stumble

upon notes that fit like a jigsaw,

but mostly,

I made it worse

with a mess of overthinking and insecurity

I learned to leave the music alone

and let it play itself

however it wanted or needed to,

but sometimes the cacophony would return

without my influence

and I would have to intervene,

trying to muffle the sound

and silence the chords,

but I rarely succeeded at that too

Eventually,

someone else—a musician—took my hands

and taught me

how to pluck the strings and touch the keys

to make a melody

that grew into a symphony

with my internal orchestra,

and they taught me

it's impossible to fully stop the cacophonies

but it is instead possible to make my own music with it

until it passes

They were right:

the cacophonies have never vanished,

but I have since learned

to live with them in harmony

- - - - -

Here's the link to the corresponding writing prompt post