Mutiny Of The Soul

Waves of anxiety

stress that their currents twist,

creating billows and

storm surges to drown in.

.

Fear is not seafaring,

it’s voyage never calm.

It’s a mere buccaneer

rousing rebellion

.

with cutlasses of doubt.

Pirating certainty,

a pillager of hope

shipwrecking happiness.

.

Marooned spirits dwell on

islands of their unease.

Apprehension is a

mutiny of the soul.

.

©Jacqui Slade

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