Awash again in anxiety, thoughts flooding my mind, to-do’s rushing over me, most always in the morning, early morning darkness, quiet, silent dread.

Was this what killed my grandfather, my cousin too? No no, there’s must have been far worse, so much so they chose to exit, no longer wanting to dwell here,

I have no such plan, thought, will not depart until my last breath is taken,

I maybe awash in anxiety & angst, but also filled with hope & love, more to give, more to do.