even my anxiety is positive

my head warns my heart not to grieve

for what is still alive

it helps my eyes see the blossoming before

the bud has even had a chance to appear

and my imagination to draw rainbows hanging off

the darks clouds of a Summer storm.

It’s not just gloom it anticipates-

somehow anxiety also tends to bring me

the hope of a silver-living,

the spark of magic before it’s cast,

and an odd certainty that as sure as things go south

they can also fall in place better than we could ever imagine-

If I am to worry about the future,

at least my anxiety also has

a positive side.

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