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In shadowed crevices of a mind unseen,
Where whispers of doubt coil and serpently lean,
Lurks a creature of dread, a specter so vast,
A monster named Anxiety, forever to cast
Its pall over thoughts that dare to roam free,
A prison of fear, a tormentor’s decree.
Its eyes are the gleams of a moonless night,
Where the darkest of shadows hold their fright.
It slithers through corridors of doubt and despair,
A phantasmagoria, an ever-present snare.
With tentacles reaching into the abyss,
It feasts on the hope that you once possessed.
The beast whispers lies, a siren’s sweet song,
Of futures forlorn and of all that’s gone wrong.
With a voice like the rustle of ancient tomes,
It recounts fears and failures, all that you’ve known.
It grows in the silence of a heart’s quiet din,
Where sanity’s shores are worn thin and worn thin.
Ancient and haunting, from a realm not our own,
It feeds on the tremors of your deepest unknown.
It knows your secrets, your deepest despair,
A creature so shadowed, so thickly ensnared.
Its breath is the chill of a grave’s damp embrace,
A foretelling of fate you cannot erase.
Tentacles coil around your weary soul,
A dance of despair, a relentless toll.
It speaks in tongues of forgotten lore,
Of cosmic horrors that lie in wait for more.
You struggle and fight, you try to break free,
Yet it clings to your essence, a silent decree.
But fear not, for you hold the key to the door
Where this monster dwells, forevermore to explore.
Within you there lies a power so vast,
The will to confront what you fear at last.
Embrace the abyss, let the darkness pass,
For you are the master of this monstrous mass.
Invoke the light of courage and hope,
Let them shine forth from your mind’s deepest slope.
The monster will tremble, it will recoil,
As your strength grows and its power turns foil.
Speak to the beast in a voice so clear,
That echoes through the realms of doubt and fear.
“I am not your prey, nor your servant bound,
You’re a shadow cast by a mind unwound.
I’ll face you each dawn, each eventide’s hush,
For I am the master, the one that you’ve crushed.”
And so, in the depths of your mind’s own sea,
You’ll tame the creature that taunts thee.
For anxiety is but a part of the whole,
A challenge to conquer, a tale to be told.
Embrace the monster, let it be known,
That you are the hero of your own saga, alone.
With every dawn, with every setting sun,
You fight anew, for battles are never truly won.
Yet, in facing the beast, you shall find,
The strength of your spirit is forever twined.
So, let the creature of darkness retreat,
As your light shines forth, so pure and so sweet.
For in the end, it is you who will reign,
A conqueror over fear’s dark domain.
And though it whispers still in the night,
You’ll face it with courage, with all of your might.
Anxiety, the monster that once taunted me,
Is now but a shadow of what I used to be.