ANXIETY

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THE PATH TO EXPRESSION Oct. 20, 2020

There is someone grasping my stomach.

She is grasping it too hard, tying and untying knots;

Blending and unblending my juices.

I want her to stop, but she does not.

 

She will not.

 

There is someone else running around in my head.

She is black and white and blue and green

She runs around;

Jiggling, dancing, walking, crying, laughing.

I want her to stop, but she does not.

 

She cannot.

 

Another one has taken hold of my hands.

She is an old woman, and she moves my hand too slow.

I try to take them from her, to put them on the keyboard; but she refuses.

She leads me to the land of beautiful pictures and forces me to click twice.

I want her to stop, but she does not.

 

She will not.

 

Yet another one is in my eyes, and forces them to refuse to open;

Another one in my legs, and masters them to lie stretched;

Another in my mouth, and forces it shut;

 

I want them to stop; these people grasping me, pulling me, leading me to a direction I do not want to head.

I want all of them to stop, but they do not.

 

I do not.

by Amanda Nechesa 52

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