With a bottled-up brainAll tangled

With a bottled-up brain

All tangled with my latest anxiety trip

I escape to the outside.

Out of my head

Out of the house

Out of town

Out of highway lines

Out of clocks

And there

Inside the outside of everything

I have enough space to stop

Breathe

And smile.

This poem is about: 
Me

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