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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