“Trust in me.”
My old friend, Anxiety
whispers softly in my ear,
in the near
total black of morning.
Been a while
since we spoke.
Sometimes I forget
why
we ever stopped speaking
in the first place.
Sitting,
waiting for the dawn.
These old times
linger on.
And I
remember why
I walked away
oh, so long ago.
The voice fades
into the day.
Let the quiet
of the prairie
take the reins.
I don’t need
to listen to those
old shoulder voices
anymore.
The wind blows
pretty hard
around here.
If I have half a mind
to bend an ear,
I can hear
a good voice calling,
trying to keep me
from falling
for those old whispers again.
The Sun will come,
the morning with it.
No need to fall apart.
I’m still putting myself together,
and I have come so far.
Anxiety goes quiet
Knows I’m not answering the call.
The only voice I heed
is the one I need
to make sense of it all.
HG – 2022
