Our life together is turning into re-runs;
marathons of déjà vu,
no studio audience to fill the empty space.
Even when it’s different, it’s the same.
The walls start to close in…
My heart races a little bit faster than normal…
I forget to breathe..
And I’m not always able to form words.
Words are racing in my head a mile a minute…
Things start to not make sense..
Fear starts to grow…
My hands start to shake.
Curl into a ball.
Try to get through it.
That’s my anxiety..
That’s the thing that haunts me…
“Get over it , calm yourself “
“It’s not that big of a deal”
Words coming from ones who have never had to deal with such a demon
It’s not that easy
So have the patience, understand
Be there and don’t judge
I didn’t ask for this…
It kind of just happened.
go inside my heart, and
you will find flowers there.
go inside my heart
and water each one of them.
remind them that you love me and
that i am lovely.
that you are the gardener of my soul.
remind them that every time they wilt—
they will always bloom again.
allow me to enter inside your heart,
and i will do the same for your flowers there.