Anxiety
Fear.
That ruthless dictator
Puts chains on my body
And traps in my mind.
I am who I was
A week ago
A month ago
A year ago.
He locks me in place
In this endless marathon.
I try to speak, to move
But he grabs my dreams
And thrusts it in a blender of "What Ifs"
Pushing me into the sea.
I drown
In the road most travelled.

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