I Am More Than My Nightmares

by Jennae Cecelia

I fear things I know I will never face, yet I fear them anyways. That’s anxiety.

My mind is anxious, but my soul longs for peace.

I am just trying to be the woman my fifteen-year-old self would have admired.

Does the earth have anxiety too, that maybe one day she won’t rotate like she used to? Or that her valleys and rivers won’t be cared for?