Panic

I am growing more restless
Every day
It takes longer for my heart
To Settle
This barren land I dwell
Is Edging
Closer to vanishing below the sand

Words of hope and love are difficult, too
Come by
Grab me by my wrist and drag me
Steal me
Away from my territory of turmoil
Shelter me
In your arms I will know

I am enough.

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