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Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 3 months, 2 weeks ago To My Worry
K. HartsellAll these thoughts spinning me lies
Wringing me out and leaving me dry
Blinded by the blackened skies
Shadows and haunts creeping by
What- ifs and worries cloud my eyesEating me through from the inside out
Chewing me raw giving me doubt
Like termites in a log, gluttonous they flout.
Stewing in stench as rotting trout
Smothered in silence I can’t scream or shoutHurricanes and stabbing rains
Try to tell myself it’s all in feign
These knotting pits drive me insane
Churning my stomach writhing in pain
Wish I could flush them down the drainDriving safely down the street
Intrusive thoughts that can’t be beat
I should be dead, no reason to be
No right to cry or even to breathe.
Hit the gas, then swerve into the tree.Is it real or make believe?
Drowning, twisting, squirming, tight
Tingling, torture, stinging, fightBiting, choking, scorching, spite
Dead-end turns, endless plight
Waste of time, waste of mightIt’ll be ok, I’ll be alright.
I wish I had seen; I wish I believed
truthfully
You have no power over me!Voting is closed
Wow! What a powerful poem that really captures the torment that negative and anxious thoughts have on us. The what-ifs and worries can escalate so quickly, becoming all-consuming… I know what that feels like. I hope you continue to break those negative thought patterns, because, as you said, they have no power over you!! <3 Juvi
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Thank you very much Juvi! I truly wish I’d learned in my youth to break cycle. So much wasted imagination and time. Thank you for taking the time to read and reply!
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