Afraid to reach out
Though you’re standing right there
Extending your hand
Mine’s shaking, ensnared
In the old web of thoughts
And memories stained
With the slow-burning feel
Of anxiety’s flame
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Afraid to reach out
Though you’re standing right there
Extending your hand
Mine’s shaking, ensnared
In the old web of thoughts
And memories stained
With the slow-burning feel
Of anxiety’s flame