There is an anxiety arising in my blood
It's nothing that will show up in tests
But it has begun to pester me more
than you know and it turns me to jello
Makes a meal of any words I might use
to explain away the ouch of such pain
And it is soon so agonizing it consumes
all of me, from the center out
The anguish is no light thing, no piece
of fluff...no, if I don't address it immediately,
I will be in the hospital dying before I know
quite what happened or how.
There's real anguish here, Sharon. So powerful.
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic writing, clear, honest, and easily related to. Thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
The anguish is no light thing, no piece
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Yes.
Your writing is very vivid, but I hope it isn't true!
ReplyDeleteprayers remove anxiety, we never know the future till it becomes the past-effective usage of wordle'
ReplyDeleteYou described that feeling so well and thoroughly. I know it well, and thankfully it's not with me at the moment. Comes and goes. Stay well; be well.
ReplyDeleteThanks all...the words sometimes lead me to a darker place than even I plan to go...this is one of those time...
ReplyDeleteSometimes there is no reason but we must always try and seek it out...even in doing that there can be an answer
ReplyDeleteStaying well and being around those who love us, help through these times, Sharon. Poignant piece of writing.
ReplyDeletePamela
If I let myself think of how fallen-apart I am...nope.
ReplyDeleteWell-stated, that anxiety part of depression.
(Did I not see your eyes peeking out of the latest issue of Poets &Writers?)
Anxiety is very difficult to bear. You have written it well.........take care, Sharon.
ReplyDeleteYour title on the blogroll drew me back in for another read. The anxiety is palpable in this piece. I hope for some ease for the narrator.
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