Anxiety

Fear
is a bitch

Why am I trying so hard to protect myself from
nothing

There is something
Someone else’s nothing
But my everything

Each careful step
Purposefully drawing me toward
nothing
Must be very careful
something
Of which I am unusually certain
Could happen
At some point

Again
And again
I wiggle my way
Through the moments of breathing
And waiting to breathe

Always sure there is something
Looming
Just for me
And my
fear
lives on

Never mind what you say
What you deem as a threat
I’ve already noticed that

I’m ten steps ahead
And 5 more times aware
Because there must be something
Something is telling me that there is
Something

But in what world does it exist
In what way will it hit
What more will I endure
Certainly there is something
Or is it only

fear

(Stephanie Laney 2011)

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