I turn my back on anxiety and let my intuition illuminate me

Blurred Lines

In the shadows where two forces collide,
Anxiety and Intuition wrestle and hide.
A dance of whispers, where clarity blurs,
In the chaos, a quiet strength stirs.

Anxiety, the master of disguise,
Wears a cloak of doubt, distorting the skies.
It weaves a narrative, convincing and sly,
Turning a blessing into a burden, a sigh.

Intuition, the quiet voice within,
Speaks of truth, where the heart begins.
Yet anxiety’s stronghold mutes its song,
Leaving you questioning, “Am I right or wrong?”

“Cast your anxieties onto Me”, instructs the Lord,
“Let Me guide you through this turbulent chord”.
So I release them, those burdens I bear,
Into the hands of a love that’s rare.

When faced with the scene unfolding before me,
I wonder, does it affirm anxiety’s decree?
Or does it lift the veil, revealing what’s true,
A testament to intuition breaking through.

In blurred lines, where battles are fought,
I seek the strength that can’t be bought.
Anxiety tries to shroud the light,
But intuition, with patience, takes flight.

So I stand at this crossroad, eyes wide open,
Listening to the echoes, the truths unspoken.
For in the silence, clarity finds its way,
Guided by intuition, come what may.

In the end, the lines may blur,
But the heart knows what it prefers.
To trust in the whispers, gentle and kind,
And let intuition, not anxiety, define me

Love Aicha [eye-sha]

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