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I write about the tension I experience between my primitive, anxious, survival being and my whole, conscious, evolved self. I write about how the electricity of anxiety has rocked my body and life and what is working/not working to ground that energy.
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Wake up, Mama!
Mama can’t wake up, baby. I don’t know how.
Look at me, Mama!
Mama can’t see you, baby. My vision blurs beholding your brilliant light.
Listen to me, Mama!
Mama can’t hear you, baby. There’s too much noise to absorb your symphony of sounds.
Hold me, Mama!
Mama can’t feel you, baby. In my arms, you are still too far away to touch.
Smell me, Mama!
Mmmm. You smell sweet, baby. Just lie here with Mama while I breathe you in.
Play with me, Mama!
Mama can’t play right now, baby. I’m scared you will leave me and I will be alone.
Dream with me, Mama!
Mama can’t imagine with you, baby. My visions, too twisted for your tender heart.
Wake up, Mama!
Mama wants to wake up, baby. Will you teach me how?