Anxiety
Anxiety which I felt was boundless.
But really I was bound to.
Is this my chance to become innocent again?
An innocence that used to only exist for a moment between each crisis.
To accept happiness so casually.
Shouldn’t something bad have to happen first…
Some undermined event that…
That I had tried to will away.
When really I was willing a monster to appear.
I never thought I'd feel so powerful-
In accepting compassion.
In rejecting compulsion.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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