Sometimes I feel small,
Like I’m curling into a ball,
As if making myself small,
Will make life feel less threatening,

Sometimes it feels like I’m being swallowed,
Like my body is being hollowed,
Into the darkness, I am swallowed,
By a monster with my own face,

Sometimes the fear blankets me,
Heavy and blinding, nowhere to break free,
What will become of me?
Lost here in this abyss that screams,

And then sometimes I feel a warm shield,
Filling around me, forcing shadows to yield,
In my mind, it’s there, a mental shield,
It’s being held up by the warden of my mind,

Sometimes I take a breath and think,
I touch the shield and no longer sink,
It’s pushing away the shadows I think,
This warden with my face is guarding me.