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Anxiety (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #22)   Leave a comment

It’s going to be ok
Seriously,
It’s going to be ok.
Things are going be going your way.
So don’t worry,
It will be ok.

It’s going to be alright.
I’m telling you,
Its going to be alright.
Things will work out, please just sit tight.
So don’t worry,
It will be alright.

It’s all going to be fine,
Just relax.
It’s going to be fine.
You’re always expecting things to decline.
But don’t worry.
It will be fine.

I hear the words,
But I don’t believe
It’s just myself
I’m trying to deceive.
It always seems to be haunting me.
This crippling sense of anxiety.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/22/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Weightless   Leave a comment

I wish I was weightless.
Floating freely in space.
Unbound,
Unchained,
Unrestricted.
But instead
I am stuck here on earth.
Responsibitliy,
Debt,
Defeat,
Gravity
Holding me down.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/22/2014 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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