Sanity has an Edge

Feel that?

The moment you lose control

The conversation takes a turn and suddenly

You can’t find that comfortable stone you were just

Looking at a second ago

While

You formulated

A new thought.

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What triggered that pang of anxiety?

Was it loss?

Perhaps it meant a blow to your pride?

Could it have been an over-reaction?

Hard to know but damn as my eyes scramble

Along the gravel below me if I could just

Find that stone …

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I know.

I should go work out!

Work out, flex my joints; release my tension

And somehow shut down

My mind for the afternoon before I feel like

Throwing that stone through a glass wall

If I could just find the damn thing,

My balance

My boulder towards contentment

Show me a distraction from this angst

Playing with my head.

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How do we get here?

What is the driving force behind anxiety that

Preoccupation, a dwelling, nervous tick

Of confusion

Lacking any control, helpless

To mastering an outcome that favors your passion.

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A rock, a blade of grass, a certain piece of landscape

That allows the mind to recognize a static reality.