I see it in the hunching of your back,
The way your fingers, with nothing to do,
Insist on moving; how you sometimes crack
The knuckles on one hand; the little itch
That shows up underneath your nose. I see
Because I feel it too. My muscles twitch
With endless unnecessary energy.
I cannot seem to turn my mind off or
To silence all my stressors. I can't sleep
And when I don't it makes me worry more.
So stress on stress builds up leap after leap.
I wish I could take all of it. But no;
If I did that, your stress would just regrow.
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