Anxiety Addiction

Anxiety
is but a blip in time and space
like footsteps floating above the sand
beneath a sometimes overwhelming eclipse

tiny grains of buried discomfort
patiently await
tentative steps
aware grounding may never come

For

precious few
regain sound footing

While others

with balance revived
darkness is for now removed

Regrettably

for most
careless stumbling bodes habit

Even as

the perpetual passage of shadow
aware of precarious traction
makes apparent its cyclic custom
across
within
our forever hourglass

Soon

another rotation begins
the clock resets
another interval commences

Time knows
Time waits
Time is