The clenching,
The panic,
The anxiety,
Of knowing what comes next:
Worry is my brother.
Over thinking is my kin.
Stress has become my water
As I breathe in
The smoke of ill will
And I exhale
This damn ambition
Which turns
My insides out,
My stomach upside down,
And my focus back on the ground.
My clenched fists,
My anxious head,
My inner wiring
May be the cause
Of my wrenching,
My own weakening,
And my deathbed.
–Written by Sandy Heights
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