WeightA Poem by SLOVAAversion to calling myself anxious when there are many people much worse off, either with anxiety or something else. But it's nice to know that however small it may seem to others, it matters to me.
It may not seem like much
Nothing quite at all But when I worry over one thing I worry over it all It chews between dull teeth and spits me out Then decides again the next day And despite true tales of how my disposition is frail I promise it's more than I can say I don't mean to come off short When you cheer with words of Saint Paul But when I worry over one thing I worry over it all I try to forget that I am beating That I am not a system of small things scattered But sometimes, when I think back on what I said I'd like to think that what I felt mattered © 2016 SLOVA |
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