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Bunny Rubinstein-Bothwell
Poems
Nov 2018
Anxiety
When people ask me who I am without my anxiety I don't know how to answer them
I walk around with a zipper at the nape of my neck
And when I open myself up without the anxiety that forms me there is nothing but sadness and ice left
Sometimes I feel like there is sunlight penetrating through my bones, begging to escape
But when I pull down the zipper my anxiety laughs at how I could think that there was even a possibility of something bright and warm inside of me
If you ask me who I am without my anxiety I will tell you, I am me, but the voice inside my head tells me I am nothing
My anxiety is the love that fills me
The terror that inspires me
The perfectionism that drives me
But I can't say that out loud
Because dinner party conversation or first date question games are not the appropriate places to say that without it I am dead inside
When I take my medication, I have been described as flat
1 dimensional
Having no substance
So when you ask who I am without my anxiety
Telling you I am nothing, may be the only honest answer
#anxiety
#trigger
#warning
#meds
#nothing
#mental
#illness
#poetry
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Bunny Rubinstein-Bothwell
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