D U S T .

a poem about anxiety by Jenna Offerdahl.

Our thoughts are like the storm. They race in with power and gust,

They mix up our emotions and kick up the dust.

Sometimes the storm gives us warning allowing us time to prepare, But sometimes the storm springs up on us and comes out of nowhere.

The storm can bring much destruction, It leaves a trail of chaos and malfunction.

During the storm evereything seems different, nothing looks the same. The storm clouds your vision, you feel confusion and shame.

But hold on tight the storm will pass in time, You may not believe it now but you WILL be fine.

Ride with the tide and feel the breeze, Breathe with purpose, breath with ease.

The storm is dying, it’s passing through, It’s calming down, it’s leaving you.

The dust settles, the clouds move aside You see things clearer you no longer want to hide.

It’s safe again, peace has arrived, The storm has gone and you survived.

🌪🖤 #mentalhealthawareness

Today's dust storm in Goondiwindi QLD.