the ambition of anxiety

anxiety
I’ve found you lurking in the shadows,
bullying me to submit to you,
berating and mocking my conviction,
my relent to release my living to you.

I know who you  are and pity you,
anxiety, how lonely you must be,
to want to devote all your ambition to me.

There is no home for you here,
I don’t live in yesterdays grave,
nor tomorrow’s dream,
but stuck in the middle with me,
in the present, in the now,
you diminish,
you wither,
you lay like a wounded animal,
begging for my attention.

W.E.

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