Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

Emotions are high,

Thoughtful anxiety,

Crosses paths with

An uncertainty.

If I could bottle

My reactions today,

Perhaps shelving them

Prevents preoccupation.

I look about my space,

Seems to be in order,

It’s inside my head

I find growing pains.

I remember this one time,

Everything falls apart,

Fight that as I may.

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