Dear anxiety,
sometimes you trick me
make me think
you’ve got the best of me
make me paralyzed
and dizzy
with fear of what you’ll
take next from me.
But anxiety,
I’ve got tricks up my sleeve, too.
I’ve got words
and breaths
and movements
that will help me shake free of you.
And anxiety,
I’ve always
always
survived your schemes.
So you can keep trying,
but you won’t catch me.

