cherry angeline, you run wild and free

you are not scared of what may be

of your life while you are growing up

because there is no reason for you to be stuck

dwelling on what you cannot control.

cherry angeline, don't look back

wishing to have kept all intact

or too far ahead at the horizon in view,

but keep your eyes up off your shoes

to stay in touch with your soul.

cherry angeline, you are all i want to be,

escaped the boundaries, full of glee

so, whenever you feel unlike yourself,

just come to me and i will help

you find yourself, the ultimate goal.

I have come to the realization that anxiety controls my life. I try to tell it to let me have control for once, but it never listens. I just want to be able to wake up one morning to my stomach not aching from worry. To go to bed without having trouble breathing. Why must it do this to me? I am a good person; I think I deserve better. Each time I think it's gone, it comes right back to say hi again. I wish it would say it's final goodbye, but it's the only thing guaranteed to be with me for the rest of my living days.

Don't say you relate to me. You simply cannot. You have not lived my life experiences. You cannot know exactly how I feel.

If you say you understand, that I will accept. You can comprehend my feelings, but you don't relate to them. You don't relate because you can't feel them. You cannot feel my feelings. The feelings that are uniquely mine. You have your own, why don't you feel those?

So no more saying you relate to me, you just understand me as much as you possibly can.

Do I belong here? The answer is unknown. I don't write like others. I feel messy and meek. Is this good enough? If not for you, at least for me? Will anyone accept my thoughts? Is this even poetry? I just write what I feel and try not to judge. I know it is right when my gut approves. From the gut up to the heart. A connection of intuition telling me that I embrace what I think. And what I say. And the words I use to make sense of it all. It feels good, then I cry. Cry from the fulfilled understanding that brings silence to my brain. Once it is out, it is gone. I feel peace, and I feel good. Finally.

I belong here because I think.