Anxiety burns
an acidic devouring
confidence impaled –
mind wanders to childhood dreams
uncovers fear’s origin.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
One Woman's Quest 
oh I felt this! So good!
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Thanks
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Great pairing. Anxiety has been a rough enemy of mind as of late. This helped reading this. Thanks for posting 🙂
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Thanks Brittny. I think it is more prevalent now than ever.
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It is. Honest to God.
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Our childhood experiences shape us….stays with us forever.
Poignant poem and image. 💙
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It does. Thank you.
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You’re most welcome, VJ. I enjoy reading your work.
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Love your imagery VJ. Can feel the acidic burning!
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Thanks Brian
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The tanka and artwork create an emotional stirring.
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Thank you so much
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“It is never too late to have a Happy childhood ” author unknown. I have that quote on a fridge magnet. Not sure how it could be achieved though.
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I always thought my husband made that up, Anne! 🙂
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Lol
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Difficult to achieve the carefree trust in life, but readopting childlike interests is doable, I suppose.
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You describe anxiety so well VJ, I felt it.
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Thanks Paul
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Childhood never really leaves us. Nice pairing.
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Amazingly it doesn’t. thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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The tanka and the image pair well together. My heart aches for that little girl.
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Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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