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I'M Anxious
I watch anxiety play across her face my heart lurching my insides upheaval laden somewhere in the misty consciousness it dawns she carries my heart and I weep for there's no room to keep the worry at bay "I just think...this world is too hard a place for me." I hear my own words reechoed from a younger voice a younger version of me how can it be? how can it be? I thought she had more of him than of me his calmness his laissez faire fanfare of confidence "let things happen as they will" exuberance The..."don't obsess no internal mess" productivity It's not to be.... she carries my heart, I see her voluptuous figure eaten away to a size she's always wanted but not from diet discipline or extremes of exercise not this time... "I'm anxious, Mama." What can I say? My carefully crafted confidence in her for being a stronger woman than I've ever been or could ever be is hit at the core...foundations shaken Oh...why must she be so much like me and in secret, I weep for the daughter who must keep a heart too sensitive, too weak for a world belligerent....bleak "I'm anxious.... I'm anxious, Mama" And I'm left with a week before she goes away to pull my wits about me to know what to say to fill her with strength pulling on the reserves of sanity still left to me to set her free Oh...to set her FREE and let that anxiety settle....settle...settle enshrouding not her but only... ......me Eileen Manassian
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