Quarantine Poetry Day 39-Cross Sensed

My anxiety

Is my religion

I wear my nerves

Around my neck

Some days

I wish I wasn’t 

So committed

To this god

I wish I hadn’t

Spent so much time

Learning the rules

I want to be excommunicated

Discard my racing heartbeat

Peel away my bouts of depression

I want to join a support group

And share my cult stories

Where my fears kidnapped me

From my family and friends

Write a book about my survival

Tour the world 

reciting past doctrines of my anxiety

But instead, I stretch myself

Along my bed 

Arms open

And sink beneath the weight

Of my religion, my anxiety

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