I Am Anxiety
walking, a wavering well of conflicting
thoughts.
Possibilities cling to me
like string. I cannot
cut myself free. I am
confusion, perplexity, and disorder, tied
to an over-sized chunk of indecision.
I am barely treading water.
I am trying
to swim in a pool of blood that holds
a shark made of my own vacillating skin.
(http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/)
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