November 15, 2020

I’ll Always be one of the Anxious Folk. {Poem}

Shaking, quaking, breaking,

Ruminating my mistaking,

Restricting thoughts awaking.

Logic that I’m forsaking.

What did I say? What did I do?

Is that going to be an issue?

Where’s the drop of the next shoe?

“Move on, grab a tissue.”

“I don’t have any more time for you.”

They can’t expend more energy,

Trying to calm the troubled me,

They’ve got their own reasons to worry,

I just wish they weren’t in such a hurry.

I’ve got more I need to say,

Please tell me it’s going to be okay.

Is there a solution you can convey?

Who’s going to be mad at me today?

How long has it been since we last spoke?

What kind of emotions did I evoke?

I’ve been spiraling since I awoke,

I’ll always be one of the anxious folk.


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