Lies Anxiety Tells Her

“You’re not smart enough,” Anxiety tells her.

On a good day, my girl, she knows better.

But something will happen–

Something must always happen–

Ill happenstance

Hungry Anxiety pulls her in tight

And my sweet baby believes Anxiety is right.

Lost in the terrific maw, her heart rages

Against the ugly, hateful, deceitful mirages–

Against the voice:

“Everything you do is wrong. Nobody here likes you.”

But something will happen–

Something must always happen–

Not happenstance.

Not something, admittedly, I fully understand.

My girl, she always fights her way back into the light. No. She is the light, and when she finds the switch, she shines bright as a beacon.

My girl, she’s beautiful and wise. Funny, creative, incredibly smart, and loving–her heart is genuine, so full of goodness, there is no room to spare, though she always does manage to find some more.

My girl, she’s strong, brave–she fights against anxiety and panic every day. I would give up every part of myself to relieve her pain.

My girl. I’m in awe of her strength and brilliance.