Ploys of the Puppet Master

A noose around my neck;
lungs screaming for air,
nausea washes over me,
my eyes they blankly stare.

My muscles turn to jello;
the dizziness sets in.
My body starts to tremble,
from somewhere deep within.

My brain is starting to panic,
but on the outside I look fine,
my heart is racing in my chest;
death is imminent, in my mind.

A lump is forming in my throat;
making it difficult to breathe;
unless you have experienced this,
your mind just can't conceive.

This disorder steals your brain;
it takes your happiness and joy.
And leaves you in a state of fear,
your life it does destroy.

You see, anxiety is the puppet,
and Satan pulls the strings;
I know the Lord could release me,
but relief He didn't bring.

I've prayed to Him a million times,
"Please take this away from me",
I don't want to live life trapped in my mind,
God, PLEASE just set me free.

As of right now I'm still struggling;
my brain is fighting every day;
but I'm fighting back, and with God's grace,
maybe I can light the way,
To touch someone who is struggling;
fighting just like me,
and let them know that
with the help of God,
They can cut Satan's strings of anxiety.

K.R. Hoffman
12/5/2015