Anxieties Poem by Donna Secrest

When the wind blew

I thought I heard a voice or two

In a cloud with a grey hue

Take my hand or wonder through

The choice is up to you

Not many have walked in my shoe

Only a few

Then you will know that it is true

Out of my mouth the demons flew

The fear will brew

You won't know it Grew

But once you do

It's like nothing you ever knew

Cocktail of pills little and blue

Save my life make me brand new