Exorcise

I’m afraid.

Afraid of what?

I don’t know.

A free floating

anxiety over…

nothing!

I know.  It doesn’t

make sense.

I really don’t

want to dampen

it.

I don’t want to

suppress it.

I really want

to feel it–as

painful or un-

comfortable as

it is–and let it

go–go free

& leave me

because I know

or I think I know

it is a cleansing

reaction

of my body

and emotionally and

physically it’s on

its way out

and

I want to let it go.

 

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