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Nov 2015
my body is aching
and sore and tired
and shaky
full of knots and worry

i'm trying to be
solid and steady
and brave
full of fire and fierceness

but i am afraid
fear is sprouting out of every corner of my soul
it's filling me with vines
that threaten to choke the very life
out of me

i'm terrified my body will
turn against me
will become my enemy
change and transform
into an unrecognizable form

i will become the stuff of
nightmares
a weak, frail, brittle creature
with little energy
and no light in my eyes

i do not want to become that
weak creature
the person i am afraid of
please help me
god please help me
Cassidy Mae
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Cassidy Mae
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