Dear Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,

I remember the prodigious plastic slide

Casting a shadow over the fondness of childhood memories

Reflecting back I wonder if it was actually that big

Or if I was just that small

I’ve decided it doesn’t matter 

For that slide could have been as tall as the Burj Khalifa

And it would have frightened me just the same

Rung by rung I climbed up the slide

My caution mutating to confidence

Confidence to cockiness

Cockiness to cement. 

That day I woke up with blood spilling out of my mouth

Adorning the sun soaked pavement with a radiant red rug

I was in pain but I could see my pain

Reflected like a mirror in the concerned expressions of those around me

I long for the days when my pain could be classified by colors

Quantified in dislocated bones

But I realize you are obscure and nameless

Yours Truly,

Adele.