ARTIST Poem: Diagnosis: Poet, by Kat Correro

Sometimes I hate you, Anxiety.
You’re intrusive,
in the way,
too loud.
Protector? Yes.
But kind? No.

But maybe it’s not just me.
We poets
walk around
with open hearts—
raw.
Vulnerable? Yes.
But powerless? Never.

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