{"sf1_id":269150,"sf2_id":"keNY95p1","title":"Anxious: a poem","author":"The Maid Foxy","words":124,"posted_at":"2011-07-19T21:07:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","anxious"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/269150-anxious-a-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNY95p1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/02/58/0258bb85-dbe3-4041-9c12-19d9c157cc31","description":"","content":"A poem about being anxious, I did this in a warm up for school and liked how it turned out...\n\nAnxious\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBefore success, before bliss, before a job well done.  \nIt is there.  \nBefore the verdict, before the letter, before the phone call  \nIt is there.  \nEveryone has felt it's hands, wrapping around your neck.  \nThe cringe of its nails in your skin  \nOr the jumping at the slightest sound around the corner.  \nNone are exempt from its pull, some buckle in its presence.  \nBut,  \nIf you can beat it's callings and it's pulls.  \nPush it down and go on stage.  \nThe walls will fall like Jericho  \nAnd the trumpets will awake in triumph.  \nOnly for it to be replaced the next time. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}