Dear Anxiety,

To the negative spirit that threatens my solidarity.

To the cold presence that frightens my prosperity.

Your patterns are taught therefore can be unlearned

Your presupposition that my worth is earned

By how “perfect” I can be

Or seem

By how “correct” I can be

Or dream

Invades my mind

Pervades my heart

Your doubt is intrusive

Your fears are abusive

I am complete

I am enough

Still

Your lies are delusive

Your worry is conclusive

Still

I am fulfilled

I am entire

There is a

Still

Small

Voice that murmurs

Even when I don’t have a productive day

I am enough

Even when I don’t have the right words to say

I am enough

Be still

Even in those times that I felt out of place

I have always been enough

Even in those times that I felt empty space

I have always been enough

Be still

Even when I am blinded by what I lack

I am ever enough

Even when I am blinded by constant flack

I am ever enough

Still

Formerly yours,

Tranquil Storm

A Letter to Anxiety

D’Anna Pleasant

11.16.2019

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