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.

All I want is to run freely amongst the wildflowers and the trees. I am tired of running from my anxiety.

There are vines in my mind that I am still untangling. But I will.

I am the river moving in the dead of winter. Still pushing through strong even when conditions are at their worst.

I am plunging into cold water that I once would have tiptoed out to only waist deep. I won’t let fear drown me.