by the river...
trying to leave
my anxiety
by the shore.

the sand flys
and boat engines
revving become more.

all i want is my heart to slow and my deep breaths to endure.

birds singing,
the sound of waves crashing up against the wall are my cure.

my heart rate has slowed and my gasping for air has slowed for sure.

if you loved me, your unselfishness would be pure.

but instead, more anxiety and angst is your lure.

it's then that i question your womanly demure.

am i the suspect or am i the juror?

never allow your own past to create a lifelong blur.

it only leads to more....to endure.

i am more than an everyday Puuuuuurrrr.

stretch kitty stretch...i know that you think that you're better for me than her.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
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