Anxiety is like a
Flustered mathematician
A self-appointed professor
Who can’t do simple addition
He stares in panic
At his cluttered chalkboard
He is bewildered by his own working
But yet he is sure
That my world will end
And my future is doomed
That disaster is inevitable
And there is nothing I can do
But when I looked at
The equations he had written
They were nonsensical
And full of contradictions
I had thought him a menace
A master manipulator
But he is just a bumbling idiot
Who should stick to a calculator
Now when he runs
Flapping his papers of proof
I laugh as I go through them
And mock his apocalyptic news
Instead I look deeper
Beyond that feeling of fear
I do what I must do
Asking the Lord to draw near
Ask Him to show me
The right steps I should take
And then I take off in a sprint
Leaving Anxiety in my wake
Anxiety’s Equations


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