WayAhead

im not good at anything creative i so wish i was, painting, writing, poetry, etc. to express how i feel, i hope it is ok to post a poem i partially wrote with chatGPT to explain how i feel. 

In the silent spaces where shadows entwine,

A tale unfolds of a life, a complex design.

Separation anxiety, a relentless tide,

Pulling the heart, where emotions hide.

Anxiety, a storm within the mind,

A tempest of worry, relentless, unkind.

Tangled thoughts, a chaotic ballet,

In the theatre of the anxious, night and day.

Depression's weight, a burden profound,

A heavy cloak in which the soul is bound.

Darkness descends, a perpetual night,

Swallowing joy, leaving only a plight.

Agoraphobia, a prisoner of one's own space,

A life confined, a solitary embrace.

Walls closing in, like a tightening noose,

The outside world, a distant recluse.

In the tapestry of existence, a threadbare seam,

A life wasted, like a forgotten dream.

Moments slipped away in a sea of despair,

Lost opportunities, suspended in air.

Yet within the ruins, a glimmer may spark,

A chance for redemption, a journey to embark.

Through the pain and the struggles, a path may be traced,

A life reclaimed, not entirely erased.

For in the depths of darkness, resilience may grow,

Like a fragile flower in the shadows below.

The wasted years, a canvas to repaint,

A chance to rebuild, to reinstate.

So let this poem be a whisper of hope,

A lifeline extended, a way to cope.

In the symphony of sorrow, let a new note be played,

A resilient melody, for a life not entirely frayed.