No Longer At Ease

I do not remember who I was before the anxiety,
I have spent many years digging for it’s genesis;
Is it from the burden of shame?
Is it from being left behind?
Is it from the abounding solitude?

I have wrestled with this beast for years,
Tracing out it’s formless dimensions,
Trying to name the unnamed;
Fighting a losing battle,
With my own psyche.

I cannot hide from myself,
As hard as I’ve tried,
I am always aware;
Of my angst, my unease,
I have not always accepted this.

The eternal lesson is this;
You are not at ease,
Perhaps you might never be,
Try and find the peace,
In your unease.