Nightly Tremors.

What makes me fade into something darker,
Is what makes me tremor each night.
I now thank sleep.
Because sleeplessness through the night,
Is a soul without enough faith.

These nights have been darker.
Darker then they're supposed to be.
I've always wanted to be a brave soldier
But I cower in the lightest shade.
While anxiety is firing it's weapon.

I shut my eyes tight.
And drain my mind of darkness.
Just fill it with positivity and light.

I stay in the lightest shade
While anxiety is piercing me with its bullets.
Hoping that the sun rises soon.
Because anxiety is afraid of the sun.
It is as much as a coward as I am.
And that's its problem...

I fire at anxiety in the light as it cowers.
Anxiety fires at me in the dark as I cower.
So I'm done with this.
But my mind is not.
Each night it plays this anxiety over and over again.
I know what I must do...
It will be hard, but I will change for the light.