Anxiety Poetry
It’s 4:30 AM, and I’m awake with anxiety.
I’ve been awake since 2:30.
My mouth and throat are so dry that when I swallow, everything sticks to everything else. And yes, I keep water next to the bed.
I want to pack up my loved ones and set out on an adventure to a new planet not infested with greed, hate, and cruelty; one in which when one cannot eat, no one eats; one in which when one is sick, we all work a little harder so that the absence in her place in the clockwork is barely noticeable and the cost of the cure is simply recovering.
I want to live in a world in which all realize that the value of each individual human is immeasurable. My stories are just as important to our ability to function as a society as her ability to grow food, or his ability to start a fire, but we all pitch in at the harvest. I want “enough” to be plenty for anyone, and for each of us to rejoice in the knowledge that no one suffers unnecessarily.
If you find this kind of world before me I will go with you…..I wish more people wanted the same things you and I want…..
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Wouldn’t such a world be an amazing place?
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I cannot LOVE this post enough! This cruel world… it really drains me as well *hugs*
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I’m not a huge Star Trek person, but I got into Star Trek: The Next Generation and I was fascinated when they described that earth society had evolved to the point where money was a thing of the past. I like it because everyone gets to be doing what makes them happy, and everyone gets great treatment for whatever is wrong. And they’re out trying to promote peace. That’s what I think about.
I would like to in the world that you described. It sounds wonderful.
I’m sorry you were up with anxiety, that’s never fun. I hope you got back to sleep for a little bit, at least.
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Hope you were able to get some sleep last night.
Living in a world like that would be complete bliss.
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