Anxiety Attack

It returns
Just as it had walked away.
There are dead ends now,
From so many different ways.

Shes black and white now.
Where once there had
been green.
She was forced to let go.
Of who she wants to be.

Yet she's back.
Standing right there.
With colour in her lips
And wind blowing
Through her hair.

She's strong.
Just as it had turned away,
She armed herself,
And fought it anyway.

The battle took place,
Within her complex mind.
She fell.
Then she stood.
Time after time.

Boneata Bell


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