Fickle Fiend


a - anxiety

My anxiety is such a fickle fiend.
Put me in a situation, where you
would assume it would appear
and it’s nowhere to be found,
I’m on solid ground.  It leaves
me confused then complacent,
unable to tell when it will next
appear, bringing all the fear.
I guess that’s just the way,
you can never fully know the
day, or time, or place when it
will next grace you with its
presence.  Today, I will simply
be thankful for its absence.

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