Stomach Pains

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

Image by Ryan McGuire from Pixabay 

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