Anxiety is like
playing hide-and-seek
with ghosts
of the past,
and then some that you make up;
(all of them you made up)
like a child
playing indoors
what ought to be a
game for two, or three,
or more, requiring a
playground and grass —
but, here, there’s only the
constricted quarters
of your being.
Some days,
you can win
if you name the ghost:
take his name, the one
that means flowers like
lotuses or something,
and confront that
this is a game of finding
what doesn’t exist
September 28, 2017 at 8:49 PM
It’s very well written, love the way you describe anxiety as a game of hide & seek with your self.