Anxiety

I sit beside her, watching each hair stand on edge,

Shoulders raised and jaw clenched.

Unrecognizable; No longer the free spirit I once knew.

She itches at her fingers, picking her nail-beds until they beg for mercy.

Lost in another land, her eyes don’t flinch from the ever growing void,

Glimpses of who she was, fills the room as she fades from view,

Reaching for her hand, I pull her in close and remind her these feelings don’t last,

this too shall pass.

Breathing slow; she calms herself down and her eyes meet mine once more,

Smiling through soft warm tears, I wipe her face clean.

And kiss the cold glass of the mirror set before me.