A Toast to Anxiety

In the museum of my mind

I keep your shadow glued to a wall

Labeled 'Her Great Disaster

There's a disc in the radio

Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring

I thought life was a game

So I looked up cheat codes

And pocketed monopoly money

Now I'm lost

Like remotes in a sofa

Physically fine but mentally disabled

Inhibited by my emotional recollection

Twice chewed thoughts like a cow with the cud

Don't descend into madness

Rise up to meet it

I shed the old me like a sweater

Cereal stains on the sleeve

Raise your glass

A toast to anxiety

Thanks for making it weird

-LaurenAshley

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4/10/21