tHE breeze


Anxiety is a leaf in the breeze
At first glance, at first meeting
It's a fear of the unknown
What is this thing?
Will it stop me? Will it hurt me? I've never seen such a thing before
It's moving closer, blowing in a breeze, in a burst of wind
It will fall into me and then what? What will become of me?
My heart races. My fear grows. Surely it will smash into me and knock me down or worse
But then, a strong breeze and it smacks into my hair, bouncing wildly off and beyond
I felt but nothing
Anxiety is a leaf in the breeze

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