Sometimes, where I go, you show up uninvited, unstoppable, with no manners but let's face it, no man errs in calling you in the worst moments possible. You are the closest I ever got to feel like dying. You press your heavy forehead on my soft chest and keep my breath in place all this while I'm trying to slip from underneath the weight of you. Bad if there's really a "heaven's gate" then you just be the keyhole I keep peeking through. Anxiety it is... Picture credit - Pinterest #savinggrace #anxiety #you #poem
