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May 2018
my anxious thoughts are
a flock of birds
focusing on a worry
and swarming it
consuming it
and carrying it with them
but now they are
scattered
a storm has come through
sweeping them around
and around
where they are so scattered
they focus no more
and I can’t decide
whether the clear, direct anxiety
or the dull, all-consuming anxiety
is better
but i still hope
the birds soon flock together
again
I’m scared to admit the storm might be depression
empty seas
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empty seas  15/F/away
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