A Poem About Anxiety
I do what I think is right...
Piece by piece,
slices here, slices there...
while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...
Springs blossoms sadly
little Angels have reached the sky...
What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...
Rain falls down from heavens,
liquid slowly filling up...
I got told I could have cancer at my sisters...
I went to the doctors, they said it was spreading...
You said you'd be there,
painting a secure dream...
Her smile is a grimace.
Her laugh is a facade...
In the beginning,
It was a wonderful thing...
I tend to wrestle
with my emotions...
Her scars tell a story,
The story of her life...