The placebo

I am the sole witness,
To the struggle that crumbles you,
That incapacitates you,
That brings to view those facets,
That were for long hidden,
Those of agitation and disorderliness,
Those of vacillations and insecurity,
Those that seek to preserve you,
Those that keep me out of that palisade,
One built of doubts and fears,
Augmented by amorphous words,
Of anger, angst and ardour.
The antidotes are quite a few,
But you chose time.