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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