In the Mine Field of Anxiety
When I left you,
Dear Reader,
I had proposed that my body was a universe
and her goddess, Chaos
aka my thyroid was the ruler.
And here you and I, Dear Reader, float in
by gentle particle…
Where we see a land mine field
of exposed nerves full of combustible and combusted powders —
anxieties laid to hazard waste.
Distracted by the activities and communications
from Chaos I was.
Focused on fixing the brokenness it had sown
and less on what had been piling up
in the background all along.
Decades of nerves ground down into powders of
anxiousness, lying in wait
to detonate — inwardly and outwardly.
Coping mechanisms submerged
rendered null and void.
Time to plunge inside of a
fingernail-sized submarine
named Sertraline to defuse the field
and unearth hope.
Read part one here:
https://tolbertmbb.medium.com/if-my-body-were-its-own-universe-bdc575ea880b
