Anxiety Separates 2

What am I suppose to do when life
drains the color from the sky?
Can I just blink away,
The apple of my eye?

Separate the way?
Win the day?

Smile, pushing through doubt, fear
and the possibility to interfere.

A heart pure rescued or a dive in the swamp,
searching for the lost darkness.


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