Anxiously Hopeful

Sat, 10/31/2015 - 16:27 -- mandh1

I am my anxiety

I am the limits it sets for me

I am the constant ache in my muscles

in my chest

I am the constant worry, stress 

and paralyzing fear


My anxiety is not me

It is the limits I set for it

It is impeeded by the constant ache of hope

in my mind

It is inhibited by my constant resilience 

and striking determination 


I am not complete without my anxiety


My anxiety will never complete me 

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