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Reverie

An interpretation of Anxiety

Reverie

Illusion...Β Mutter
Flutter...Β Abyss
Confusion...Β Art
Glance and Esquisse.

My heart is emergedΒ 
By the sound of its rustle
And I slowly collapseΒ 
On the cosmical hustle.

In eyes- you are virtue,
Recurrence of breathingΒ 
That scatters distasteful
The essence of living.Β 

Obscure is the light
Upon extinct surroundings...
Utopian faces seem
Bright and astounding.

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Syd

Beautiful writing Catalina.

- SydΒ 

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Katina Woodruff...

How beautiful.

The beauty of poetry is that no two are ever alike. I really liked the format and the attention paid to metaphors. You made a serious disease like anxiety almost sound like a piece of art, how the waves in a painting however beautiful can take you soaring above the trees, under the bridge and into the horizon with a fleeting feeling of hope to make it out again. I live with anxiety but never thought of it as art or compared to a sketch but that makes sense. What a beautifully written poem so full of outstanding imagery and thought. Well done!Β 

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Catalina Vesca

Living with anxiety taught me to appreciate the small things in life and see the beauty in places I never dared to look at. It’s so liberating to see that you’re never alone, other people might go through the same thing, just in a different way. It is truly inspiring to see how you unapologetically fell into the core of my poem and I’m glad that you had a great experience with it. Thank you so much, Katina.

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Michael Roy

Wow I like this. A lot. Beautiful, Catalina. 5 starred, liked and pinned it.

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Sarfraz Ahmed

From the fits of anxiety, comes such a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing. Love it...

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