Jan 20
1 min read
Anxiety Is…
A poem.
Like staggering home
Alone, after dark
Through streets which your
Feet recognise
But your brain does not.
Like sinking in quicksand
Or concrete
Or rich, wet mud
At your favourite park
One night.
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