Anxiety is defined as one’s difficulty
In determining if something is “this”
Or if it is going to turn out like “that”
Is one going to hit, or likely miss?
It can have a positive connotation,
As in the day of one’s wedding;
But the butterflies can also be aflutter,
Like when my companion, the sun, is setting.
I want to know what lies behind her eyes;
They are meaningful and protective and smart,
Betraying many wonderful and difficult nights,
Hopeful that I set free, not break, her heart.
Holding her soothes me, as though I’ve arrived
To some place that is warm and exciting.
Her cheek provides me some small measure
Of consolation for spots much more inviting.
Many nights I spend, bereft of company,
Absent any touch or phone call or letter;
Or merely tempted by her scent and lips,
I ask myself which would be better:
For am I capable of continued investment,
Countless deposits of strength and effort?
Trusting our bank will someday be flush;
Providing security against loss and hurt.
Or, should I cut my losses and move on,
As an eagle does as the sun is going down:
Realizing the evening’s hunt was but a failure;
Or a king would do, forced to relinquish his crown.
Amy represents to me solace and intrigue.
I return again and again for more of her light.
Bent on success, I ought not to stop now,
But winning her heart is daily an emotional fight.
Here is a poem you might be interested in; it’s about mental health, joy, and fulfillment.
“What’s In Her Heart?” © Jason Merchey 2003-2018
