I am anxious
I am a worrier
My life is a danger zone
Flashing red every day
Can something horrible happen
Maybe
Will it happen?
Maybe not
Still, I worry – red flares glow
My life is grey and white
Flat and dreary
Fear sucks out the color
Until risks blaze red
Cocooned in my own home
Apprehension still exists
Discomfort in my own skin
Moments of red intersperse my daily life
Then, I break free
Destroy the burden of my own thoughts
Medicate my brain
Now there are no longer explosions of red
My life is a rainbow of color
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