...A Pocas Palabras

Ode to Anxiety My body has learned a new trick And because it is so enthusiastic about the things it learns  It tries it… and tries it…  Everyday… Anytime possible… I can feel it  Right now Attempting to cut my own breath As if invisible inside claws held my throat tighter and tighter Letting go at times And going back to the choking after deciding I’ve had my fair share of O2  I don’t need to see them I feel them alright. Anxiety,  (They call it online) Obsessive thoughts,  Panic attacks,  Depression…  Derived from unresolved issues from the past Triggered by new issues in my present. Attacks From the inside... By my enemy Myself. © Grecia Albornoz 2019

I’m the only Me that I have How can I loathe Me? I’m my only vehicle My only land My first experience of life I’m my lonely Me My hated Me My darkest Me My house My soul My mind Nobody would give me another Me to be How couldn’t I love Me? My beaten Me My scared Me My mistaken Me My feeble Me My miserable Me I have never seen someone quite like Me As rare As all the things I am Why wouldn’t I like Me If I’m my only Me? I’m sorry you cannot see Me I’m not here to be seen I’m here to be As you’re there to be, too. I’m only my only Me I have The only one I could ever call Me And I cannot, By the strength of the fiercest spells, Lose my Me. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz