Where Anxiety Hides


Today I cracked my skull open.
I cracked it right in half.
Much like the way an egg splits
When you tap it against glass.

I peeled my skull away,
To see what set inside.
I wanted to find this cozy place
That my anxiety chose to reside.

The interior was warm.
Heavier than I had assumed.
Probably from my childhood’s hour,
When life had felt so doomed.

I placed my hands inside,
And squeezed the contents in my grip.
Blood oozed all around my palms.
Through my fingers, my brain split.

No matter how I searched,
I couldn’t find a soul.
If it’s all just in my head,
Where did the anxiety go?

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