We can't know the future, but my worry-shaped brain keeps bracing for trouble-- and keeps me in pain. We can't know the future, so it might be great-- if I don't let anxiety curse my fate.
In the notebook
In the notebook
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Honestly, I think that second stanza can almost stand on its own! ❤️
I had a mini-piphany a couple years ago while pondering what-if thinking: the one we always seem to leave out is "What if everything works out fine?" I love the way your poem expresses this! ✨