An ode to the Anxious.

People often ask me, why I am always so calm even in the stormiest situations, why I never seem to panic. But what you don’t understand is that it is quite to the contrary I’m always anxious, I always panic, because I think, overly so, you never see my anxiety because she is my mistress my ever present side chick, the only side chick the wife would approve off, and when she calls I don’t hide away, scream at her, cry, get riled up, no I hold her even while I work and sometimes… When I play. I hold onto her, engage with her and remind her just how much I love her, how much she means to me, and my gratitude for her ever present warnings some of which have saved my life. Me and my anxiety We grow together, I accept my dear sweet anxiety and that is why none of you will never see me panic, because I do not share my lovers. So this is to the anxious, the worriers, you are not weak, you are strong, for when the droughts in the lives around you come to end, you’re are the only ones at home dancing in the rain. And the world needs you to remind them that... this too shall pass.