My Anxiety

Simply Stella

I wrote about spring

With this season comes of great heartbreak

It’s the same feeling tho I try to ignore

With blooms of my favorite time memories creep in

Anxiety in the night of waking to dark things

309 am becomes a knife

It’s not understandable

It’s unavoidable

I know there is always sunshine in the morning

So I read

I love to read

It helps me cope with things no one should have to cope with

As I type this I see the new day rising in my window

Hope is new and the darkness drowns

Birds are singing

I pray the sadness doesn’t return once more

Soon beautiful faces will call me mother

And I will smile and know everything will always be alright

*Photo courtesy of my talented daughter

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