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Anxious is the feeling that I like to ignore but it keeps corresponding to me on every air wave.  It sends me a message that I’m less than I am as it exposes every hidden defect I can carry.

It always knows what it’s like to be alone the anticipation of someone coming back to me with fruit with passion with the answers to my infinite questions.  To touch me to tell me everything is going to be alright.  If I looked here and I’ve looked there,  I’ve reached out I thought I had a hold on it but my grip was poor  what I was holding on to  changed shape it became something I could not handle it screamed to let it go but my mind said hold on.  As I grasped it, it screamed at me fought me,   told me thing about myself I did not want to hear.  As it hurt and wounded me it begged me to let it go but I kept holding on hoping, hoping it would return to the form I saw at first.   I wounded it with my word I told it things that were lies just so it would not abandon me.  Still it fought to get out of my grip it was wounded too from events not mine.    I can fix you come with me, but the journey keep bringing me to heights I feared when there but I took the risk at the apex and then I was told I was less than.

 Anxious is the feeling I like to ignore but it keeps corresponding to me on every air wave.    It sends me a message that I’m less than I am, it exposes every hidden defect I can carry.

I brought it to beauty right here on earth it attacked me there it left me helpless.  As it struck every fatal blow to me I kept reaching out for it to love me.   Beauty please let me show it beauty, a whale, a meal from the gods, hot springs, ice cold rivers, glacier topped mountains.  I’ll even play my instrument for it that it taught me.  I’ll show it stars on a cascade range, ocean tide pools of star fish and urchins.  I’ll sing  for it, dance for it,  forgive its sins.  Still it attacks and leaves its mark.  

Anxious is the feeling I like to ignore but it keeps message that I’m less than corresponding to me on every air wave. It sends me a message that I’m less than I am, it exposes every hidden defect I can carry.

The struggle is over I let it go, empty is what I am.  It swam away quickly didn’t even look back already focused on its next prey. 

Anxious is the feeling I like to ignore but it keeps corresponding to me on every air wave.  It sends me a I am, it exposes every hidden defect I can carry.