Worry is quiet
It is a gnawing in my lungs
When it leaves
I realize suddenly
That I can breath again.
Worry is heavy
Leban would call it a press or a wring
A cloud weaving through my brain
When I go to the kitchen
And forget why I walked there.
Worry is a reddish-brown
Leaking through me
It stings
As though I am an open wound
Filling with peroxide.
Will you ever leave
Or are you here to stay
You, my anxious counterpart
Who always has something to say
No matter how
I long
For you to stay silent…
“I’m Fine.”
Hello my fellow humans! I hope you are feeling wonderful during this December. I wrote this a few weeks ago when I was going through a rough time and now I wanted to share it with the world. I want everyone to know out there that you are not alone–worrying and feeling anxious is normal and it’s part of being human. Please, I hope everyone reading this can feel joy this holiday season.
Love,
Mayah XO
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