Oh, IT creeps and IT crawls
IT almost never lets go
Pushed and IT just latches harder
Like a toddler to his mother
Like a hook in a fish’s gills
ITs iron grip, oh, the grip.
Seldom is relief granted
In the whirl of the day
The week
The month
The year.
The grip is quite firm on IT. I’ve found that the only way to soften anxiety’s embrace is to hug it back. 😀
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Thank you for reading! And that is an option I suppose!
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I’m so glad I checked out your blog! Keep it up 😊
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Aw, thank you so much! I really appreciate it!
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