In Its Web
Sometimes even happy things
Can fill your life with stress,
Which makes room for anxiety,
Not easy to repress.
It bubbles up from deep within,
Affecting all it strikes
In many different forms, but none
That anybody likes.
From sleepless nights to biting nails
To loss of appetite
Or drinking way too much
Or maybe raring for a fight…
The thoughts that race across the mind
Of all that can go wrong
Get pulled into your gut as if
That’s where they do belong.
If luck is on your side, that worry
Will have been for naught
But sadly, in its web we often
Find that we are caught.
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