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Anxiety/Summer Storm

White caps of madness,

as memory stirs

the shadows

of the deep water:

the black wounded depths,

roll,

running from consciousness,

into huge untreadable

waves.

And you are swallowed

into the unbreathable strangle of the past,

suffocating in memories

so painful when they surface.

Anxiety

tries to dog paddle

in the storm.

Sinks,

as your lungs fill

with huge gulps

of desperation—

howls from the past—

force breaths of fear,

and crawls with indecision.

You are stillborn

on the waves,

locked in the

nakedness

of your own

fragility.

Cold and shivering,

alone,

in the

lightening,

the thunder.

MORE TO COME FROM MS. WOOLVEN IN THE SUMMER/FALL 2013 ISSUE.

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