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I CHOOSE YOU!

DEAR ANXIETY.

I feel the storm brewing alive.
An earthquake.
A volcanic eruption.
Bubbling inside.

This time I won’t run.
This time I won’t hide.
I welcome you.
I call to you.
I’m here.
Arms open wide.

Speak louder.
Show me that wish you wish me to hear.
This time I won’t numb.
This time I don’t fear.

I take a strong coffee.
For the first time in years.
To strengthen your call.
Tell me dear one.
Why are you here?

Observing.
Feeling.
Tasting.
Alive.
I cry.
Happy tears.
I can feel.
I can thrive.

Anxiety I accept, all of your call.
I’m here, I am breathing.
No need to survive.
As there’s nowhere to fall.

Bec Hart.

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