Do the anxious ever really know peace?
In the moments between the shaking
And the crying
Because the world is out to get them
When endless hours of “what if”
Don’t keep them up at night
Those moments between puffs
Cigarette ashes lost to the wind
After quitting for eight months
Some brief second when the world isn’t crashing down
And the sky hasn’t fallen
Is there ever any real calm
Or does the storm forever rage
Against the confines of a mind
Always in fight or flight?