Anxiety

I am feeling smothered.

Smothered with responsibility,

smothered by my own fears,

smothered by this anxiety.

I worry that something will fall,

lost between the cracks.

I worry that I do not love enough,

or show it properly.

I struggle each and every day

to stand strong,

to be the woman that I am;

imperfect and flawed.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen