My Anxiety.

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You may have noticed my recurrent references to my anxiety over a couple of recent blog posts. When I was growing up I didn’t realised it was a problem that affected so many people. So today, I thought I’d say a few things about my anxiety and the little idiosyncrasies it has created in my personality.

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Little Pieces.

I found a star from your mother’s card

beneath the sofa cushions and wondered

what other little pieces of ourselves

we would leave behind.

 

The garden where we hung

the tattered laundry and marveled

at the weeds that were really flowers.

The bed that sank into you

forcing horizontal living.

 

Change is such a dirty word,

but it feels okay with you,

moving to a place where

toes can hug carpet and

we can look out at our city

from above.