sonnet about anxiety

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face it, stare it down, and watch it flee,

and chase it, hasten, trace the path it takes.

follow it to see what can be gleaned

from trail prints left behind its fearsome wake.

and feel the fear, accept it, let it in,

and glory in illuminating signs

that form a figure, set a tale to spin

around a core of intersecting lines.

it cannot hurt you, what you embrace deep

and close to heart against a beating breast

the deconstruction of a heartless creep-

-ing dread taunts from afar but comes to rest

the moment that you call it by your name

and dare to let it turn and do the same.

jointsmokingaman