How can I say I “suffer”
from anxiety
when it has accompanied me
my whole remembered Life?
Like a Siamese twin,
I “exist” with Anxiety.
We dwell together,
sup together,
sleep together,
and
work together.
Our lives intertwine-
I seek to chop it off,
but it grows back…
a rejuvenating limb.
Sometimes,
it’s better to say,
“Anxiety suffers with me.”
It is the bigger sister,
and I am the limb.