I've been struggling with anxiety,
and I wish that I could tell you,
but I'm scared of what you'll think of me.
I know;
it sounds pathetic,
yet you've been so empathetic.
Is it really worth it
to talk about it?
(Maybe not.)
But that being said
I'm doing fine,
smelling roses and sipping wine
just to get my head out of the clouds
from time to time.
I try my best to keep things cool.
I lost some loved ones,
but met some new.
So much has changed, but I guess that's good.
Tell me, how's it been with you?
02.27.2021
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...