M.A. (A Stray)

My anxiety softly touches my hair in an attempt to soothe my worries. My anxiety says dark things, half-seriously, in an attempt to make things light. I see a stray, Daisy, and she yells upon sight. She comes close, and sees I am a flower, too. We walk on, led by the sunlight. My anxietyContinue reading “M.A. (A Stray)”