I found us in the woods the other day
We all know this feeling
Anxiety that crushes us from the ground up until our throats close
Fingers woven so deeply into our frame that we begin to accept them, and even feel their pulse as our own
We learn to incorporate the intruder as a permanent resident, assuming it must serve some purpose
We continue to grow, almost unconscious of the parasite pressing in from the outside.
This thing that swamps giants.
I found us in the woods the other day
This is not a normal amount
We’re truly being crushed
And it’s okay to say so
In fact, it’s essential
You were meant to deal with pain, poverty,uncertainty, sickness, loss, sorrow and fear,
But not all at once
It’s okay to cry.
I found us in the woods the other day
In spite of everything, we’re beautiful.
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