In the Pen Volume 2: #1: Poisonous
It courses through my veins
Fills my lungs
Suffocating my hope
And dashing my dreams
As the poison burns me
Inside out
It is nearly ever present
It is always within
It is anxiety
And only I can
Find my own way out
Thank you
Nonetheless
To those who keep picking me up
Pointing out the way
And encouraging me
To take the next step forward
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