How to Brew Anxiety – My Weekly Poem 8/16/2021

I set my expectations
from outside myself,
then assign them tiny voices
that keep speaking for my health.

They can produce a future
entirely in my head.
One that may not happen,
but its happening I will dread.

These voices of expectation
and the futures they prescribe,
are the brew of my anxiety
that I still choose to imbibe.

But a soothing cup of silence,
a deep breath of here and now,
can quiet expectations
and smooth my wrinkled brow.


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This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Anxiety

Published by Vos - Poetry and Prose

IT Professional by day – Creative Muse by night

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