Tuesday, February 19, 2019

It comes in waves
Some days the paranoia is strong like a hurricane,
Others the anxiety is powerful like a small wave.
You're my rainbow after the hurricane,
The beautiful shell that washes up on the beach,
You're my calm after the storm.
I can just search for your eyes and know this will pass,
It comes in waves,
So all I have to do is breathe.

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