just as there are different kinds of flowers,
different kinds of clouds,
there are also many types of anxious.
i used to be a comfort food anxious,
finding relief in warm, crunchy fries or
sweet strawberry cake.
nowadays, i'm more of a cleaner anxious.
just the other day,
my dark thoughts hit their peak,
and the kitchen became spotless,
my room changed inside out.
dusting, vacuuming, wiping,
i think a part of me was trying to trick myself into thinking
it was cleaning out the cobwebs of my dark corners too.
but from the outside, it may just seem like a quirk,
or a bad habit they're reluctant to fix.
why must they do so? and so often?
but remember that we come in all shapes and sizes,
and underneath the motion
might be a soul crying for help.
YOU ARE READING
before the next chapter.
Poetrythis is the sequel to my first work, "hellos & goodbyes". if you haven't read that one yet, i would suggest reading it first as there is a flow of events in this series. but even if you don't, i hope this helps anyone or brings some light to whoever...
