Anxiety - Mary More

I isolate myself

I cry

I’m afraid of the future

And If I die?

And if I fall to the floor and do not feel alive?

So I cry

I cry

When a feeling is not felt and you make it numb

He’s awake in dreadful ways and it hurts

Would this be a storm in a teacup?

If I drive someone mad with my natural state

Revoke everything I’ve done until today

And I pray

Not knowing what for

I isolate myself

I cry

I’m afraid of the future

And If I die?

And if I fall to the floor and do not feel alive?

So I cry

I cry

I cry

If I die at the intersection of my thoughts

For being blindfolded, having awful losses

Obeying the sacred stomach butterflies

Over a dead body, the anthill will survive

Often unable to breathe

And I also couldn’t get repairs

Whenever I lacked air

Sometimes all you need is less