Weary of what lies aheadThe day stretched out before me, and I fretWith the knowledge, there would be painful bouts of anxietyMy coping skills weren't workingThe feeling overcomes me, and I caverunning to anxiety meds that make me sleep...

Stick a knife in the dawn.Twist the peoniesinto puppets.Put the goldfish onthe counter and feedit cereal.Mice cast shadows asbig as elephants onthe yellow walls ofmy heart.Dance a slow waltz withthe philodendron.Dig upMotzartBach, andWagner.Make a chocolate cake.Read me, TS Eliot,...