The Window (In anxiety)

Anxiety is nothing but a window.

Into the building that I am.

I build and then demolish -

Every night and every day.

Constantly I look

into that window.

Reflections only -

That is what I see.

And when again 

I am in turmoil,

I look again 
but still don’t see…

I see no logic, 

Nor a reason

For what I do 

And how I feel...

I feel again -
"This is not perfect!"

Keep still
Destroy... rebuild...