Plywood Hope

My anxiety exists in peaks inside my head.

Jagged crests of mountaintops stabbing into my sky.

Now, before you think I’ve gone all dramatist on you again, there is a point to my hyperbole. More precisely there is a hope to it.

While these peaks of fevered worry still live within me, thanks to meds and doctors and a family simply too patient to be true, I have learned to balance on these rocky tops.

Imagine me in a pup tent pitched on a 5’x5’ piece of plywood teetering in the maddening sky. And as long as I don’t move or look down, I’m good.  

And there is my hope.

Bottom line: Hope is often found in the most absurd places. Keep looking.

Until tomorrow…


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