What if you fly

anxiety

is a quiet thief

that steals your breath

before you know

it’s missing.

it holds your hand

like an old friend

and tells you

the worst thing

is bound to happen.

it builds walls

where doors should be

and paints

your brightest dreams

in fear.

you say no

to love

to change

to trying—

because

you’re terrified

of falling.

but darling—

what if you

would fly?

what if

happiness

is waiting

on the other side

of risk?

what if

the fall

isn’t the end

but the beginning

of your wings?