I feel guilty. I want to save (control) the situation. Need to work on not being a martyr. Writing out the feelings. Let’s see if this helps?!?
There is the pit
In my stomach
Tingling and nervous energy
That I would not wish on my own worst enemy
Thoughts racing like a fire that burns
Sitting placidly while the insides turn
This anxious seed grows
From a place that seeks to control
And seeks to make her whole
While trying to save my soul
As always more to come.