(original poetry about anxiety towards the future) the future looms, a clouded haze, unwritten lines, uncertain days. you fear for the path you cannot see, what will become of you ? the unknown whispers, sharp and cold, a weight that grows as time unfolds. you wonder and worry what the next day brings, let alone what the future’s song will sing. the pressure mounts, a heavy weight, to not disappoint, to not abate. #anxiety ❤️