The Never-Ending Fight

And once again

My chest grows tight

I’m drawn back in

To the never-ending fight

With anxiety

And I don’t know

If I have the will

To face another day

Praying it goes away

Will I ever be free?

From its vice-like grip

Or has fear become my crypt

 


My laptop has died. Any purchase of my book would help put me in a position where I could replace it.

Or Buy Me a Coffee and we’ll be bestest buddies forever

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