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xnatashazaman Into moving poems and stories
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Here's a poem on how anxiety makes me feel on some days ... those hard days ...
Also published on my website:
https://natashazaman.com/...

Anxiety

Some days I wake up with good grace for the clouds that shade the golden, glistening, goddess of a gaze.

Some days I remain asleep.

On the days I remain asleep I curse, cuss, culpae -- for leaving me in the dark and in the deep -- the cold contours, curvatures of the clouds.

I'm in the dark and I'm in deep.

The shards slices my feet wide, So wide, my memories ran out of fuel and are onto their final leap. I've forgotten I left the shards for my feet.

On the days I remain asleep, I'm a wounded animal.

I need the golden, glistening, goddess of a gaze as people, too, their lover's gaze.

I curse, cuss, culpae the cold contours, curvatures of the clouds.

Some days I remain asleep.

The sleep offers me no respite; what I require is the golden, glistening, goddess of a gaze to find my way without a spite.

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