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anxiety

The anxiety has a name

It is change

It is decisions

It is mortality

It is priorities

It is choice

But what if we chose wrongly?

Will we know?

Will we feel it deep in our souls?

Anxiety is not just unknown

It’s the future

Not the abstract

But the knowledge that we will butterfly ourselves to this place

And it will be final

But with finality will we find happiness in our choices?

Or bitterness of regret?

How can we know until we do it?


Hey, if what you read seemed dated or familiar, I’ve been combining all my other blogs’ content to this site. Please bear with me as I post older content.  🙂 This poem was written June 7th, 2019.