Anxiety [n.] [ang-zahy-i-tee]

Psychiatry. a state of apprehension and psychic tension occurring in some forms of mental disorder.

She knew something was about to change
Lurk around the corner, it did
She could see its shadow creep across the walls
But how?
She was safe here
Her nice padded walls, so squishy and warm to the touch

But alas, it came, ever so slowly
Her mind becoming ever so aware
Anxious thoughts screamed within her
Her mind thrummed with the voices of thousands calling out a warning

The change, it came, it came with a deafening roar
As it touched her, life exploded in her little home
As it forced in, the vibrancy of life exploded within her soul
Anxiety gave way, the voices silenced and an over whelming calm draped over

In the silence of that moment, her vision cleared
She could see herself for who she was, not the voice's lies
But somewhere, deep down, the voices began to stir
She screamed for them to stop, stop the pain they would bring, the lies they told her
She felt trapped, trapped within her cell
She was not crazy, no, not at this moment
But she needed help
To quell the voices, to leave them once and for all

She remembered, some one, something
It was there, just out of reach
If only she could touch it
If only she could feel its warm embrace
If only.. if only...
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So its been a while. Art blocks are absolutely no fun, especially when i feel like i HAVE to make something or im going to loose something. Rather anxious i guess. So finally i was bored enough to try out something new. Concentrating on a single word or emotion and building from there. Worked out pretty well in my opinion. I hope to do more like this, especially the contrast between a darker image, and the colour of a lighter one.

Comments welcome
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Hand is my own drawing

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Thanks to and for much needed artistic support

Music: Gifts From Enola: From Fathoms