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“To Anxiety”
I
Although
I’ve spent a lot of time with you,
And
you would often hold me, stand by me,
Remain
with me in best and worst of times—
To
starve equanimity while feeding fear
With
nourishment required by peace’s roots—
Your
frequent recent absences bring no tears
To
eyes no longer clouded by your breath’s
Impenetrable,
nauseating fog.
II
I
never could escape when trying to flee.
To
struggle only tightened boa-like
Embraces
slowly piercing heart with bones.
Exhausted
and resigned to dying in your grip,
I
ceased to claw, to scratch, to push away—
No
more diversion, dreaming, fear, or hope.
Observing,
only watching, touching you,
I
saw your face more clearly than before.
III
The
wave of panic darkening your eyes
Expressed
your fear; you knew what I had grasped.
Though
coiled around your nearly vanquished prey,
Without
my help, your strength began to wane.
You’d
only grown so strong because I’d fed you;
I
was entangled because I’d pulled the knots.
You
let me go because I let you go.
On
future visits, bring your food or starve.
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