Anxiety worry and fear
Are my nightly portion
I dream
But my dreams are not happy dreams
I am a person of the day
I live in and love the light
Anxiety worry and fear
Are mine in the day also
But no one should feel as I feel
When I lay in bed in the middle of the night
Imagining threatening possibilities
And feeling what my father so often felt
The roof about to fall in
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