a poem on overworrying

overworrying is addictive
just like media and fast food
like a toxic partner
just a dopamine-chasing loop

your mind fishes up problems
from the currents, futures and pasts
you suffer
suffer
suffer
growing desperate for an out

“fuck, fuck, fuck, this can’t be happening
this can’t have been so
I can’t let this happen
what do I do oh my god

I’ll conjure up all these outcomes
in fictional, alternate worlds
if I master every path
I’ll protect me from the wolves”

relief, relief… but not so quick!
possibilities are infinite
one just can’t be safe enough

so you’ll walk the maze all over
leave no wall or turn unturned
in this place where Mind’s the architect
and the only priest who can absolve

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must prepare against all enemies
be the first to cause your harm
because if you can’t stop the dagger
best to grow numb to the wounds…