Forms Of Anxiety
Anxiety, is what?
Ever form-changing, space-consuming.
Like angry waves crashing against the
shores of my heart.
Like a thick veil of mist, around the places once loved; crowded before, but no more.
Like ink or fresh scarlet wounds on pale skin; so apparent and yet, much concealed.
Like water droplets that fall from the roof;
not quite so intimidating but-
it had rained so much.
Or maybe it is a sly shadow,
skilled at sneaking into unsuspecting hearts. I'm not quite sure how it sneaked into mine.
All I know: It is there, changing forms, consuming all the space until I'm choking.
Is this anxiety?
Must be.
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Ever form-changing, space-consuming.
Like angry waves crashing against the
shores of my heart.
Like a thick veil of mist, around the places once loved; crowded before, but no more.
Like ink or fresh scarlet wounds on pale skin; so apparent and yet, much concealed.
Like water droplets that fall from the roof;
not quite so intimidating but-
it had rained so much.
Or maybe it is a sly shadow,
skilled at sneaking into unsuspecting hearts. I'm not quite sure how it sneaked into mine.
All I know: It is there, changing forms, consuming all the space until I'm choking.
Is this anxiety?
Must be.
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