Foreword: Written before I knew what was to come. A significant (for me at least) dip in my mental health resulting in an episode of stratospheric anxiety requiring the assistance of professional mental health services.
Kind of feeling half empty
When in reality my glass should be half full
To look around and see what's in my life
Some could say what an ungrateful fool
A wife and family who love me
Who I love back with all my being
A sunny day, a blue sky
Days like this were made for living
So why does my brain confuse me?
And fill me with an unusual foreboding?
A feeling washes over me
Salty water on a wreck corroding
These eyes that saw try their best to unsee
Yet my mind refuses to collaborate
Juxtaposition of my body and mind
Hurricane of thoughts reverberate
So much more could be worse I know
I may get lost in the storm of life's sea
But despite the chains inside my mind
I'll keep searching for that key
(©) Dom Giddy 2021