Anxious

“Old, haunting thoughts
Swirl back to the main stage
Of my drained mind
Looking for a place to shine.
Dressed in black,
They shift the mood
From grace to hell,
Reassuring the obvious:
They have never left.
Now I find myself
Spending each day
Feeling anxious
About tomorrow.
I try to fight it the best I can
As I whisper to myself:
Cut the evil from its root
Before it grows on you…

Ana.

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