Worried is an understatement;

I long for stability, mentally and physically.

Each step brings forth many discomforts,

Some big and some small,

But all valid.

My mind is wandering,

Taking a ride on a never-ending merry-go-round.

My thoughts, not so joyous.

Punctured from experiences

And potential threats.

I crave serenity, peace from

The ever-constant delusions

That slither through my mind.

A desire to terminate the steel snakes

That spit permanent paranoia.