A Flutter with Anxiety
I have moments when I’m gripped
into a pirouette,
into a miserable spin,
and my thoughts spill cloudy
and flutter into drifts and stains.
And still I don’t know why. It’s not
for neglect nor stray decision,
these feelings are like resolute children
that cling and fill my heart with chill,
for I am not as I always appear.
I must hold tight,
and remember that I’m not alone.