I often wonder if this anxiety has been with me from day one.
Like when I left my mother’s breast and had nowhere else to go
did I turn inward and beat my chest
until this heart of mine broke?
Did anyone realize my heart broke?
Did I realize?
Is my broken heart the reasons I do not extend love
as deeply as I think I should?
Does it result in an inability to commit
to anyone or anything?
Should it be my excuse for not showing up for life?
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