When life seems out of control
Anxiety cuddles you like you’re all it’s got
Your body acknowledges all the dysfunction
The slow burn of fear,
The unfurling of despair
The death of hope.
My love, allow the pain to visit.
Wallow, cry, rave;
But don’t forget to reflect and reassess.
Look back, you won’t turn to salt,
You deserve the steady comforting support that never wanes,
even if that support comes from you.