It is a cycle
between the anxiety of doing wrong
that turns into a real wrong.
You stress
and pace
and worry until your whole body knows
tense like it knows air and skin.
What will go wrong today?
Will I be late?
Will I lose the one I love?
These are constant swirling questions
in a vast tunnel
where the light is there but I block it with my hand.
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