Anxiety

You come and join me now and then

You come gently, creeping, with softly gliding steps

Your breath spreading around me, even though I opened all the windows, all the dampers at the sun, towards life

What do you want from me now?
What am I trying to forget?
What are you trying to say to me?

Let's sit down for a while, holding hands

We found

a wound that is almost healed
a scar that is almost dry
but memories remain
within the clues of words



Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-08-17 at 20:35

Tags Anxiety  Scar  Words 

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
cusps...
those awful things

thanks for writing.
2011-08-18



Bless you, onwards...
The peace dove is all too familiar with anxiety, alas. It was diagnosed on her exit from hospital and continues to burden her soul from time to time.
Such delicacy here! I relate to the pervading gentle touch, the occasional need to 'rest in silence' etc.
And memories are tricky, of course. But kindness may yet serve as elixir, if the chalice is welcome.

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2011-08-17