An Artist's Trick To Peace

Let's count our breaths to a tune,

Of a non-existent clock.

There's nothing really ordinary

About the way anxiety creeps and crawls,

Causing your spine to shiver.

It will eventually lock onto your head,

Probably tattoo your brain with every

Vile thought that you've ever had.

As it will melt yourself down the drain,

Back into the ocean like a dead pet fish...

To rid yourself of this it feels as though,

You are about to paint on a blank canvas.

With hands already shaking, you feel yourself

Messing up but, to be at ease means,

You have to take a breath, no matter how harsh

All you can do now is to accept it as art.