There’s a knot in my stomach
Don’t know why it’s here
A disproportionate response
To an irrational fear
There’s a knot in my stomach
As I step onto the scales
Weight’s crept up a few more pounds
Another diet fails
There’s a knot in my stomach
As I think back to him
The now insignificant other
Who made my life grim
There’s a knot in my stomach
As I look in my child’s eyes
Don’t know if I’ve got what it takes
To raise him happy, healthy, and wise
There’s a knot in my stomach
As I write this verse
My self-doubt says ‘bunch of crap’
My compassion says ‘could be worse’
There’s a knot in my stomach
It lives and it grows inside
A tangle of fear, depression, anxiety
With no way of being untied
The author
Nazira F. Vania

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