One Idea

I had a nervous mom. I must have learned
the trait was good. It meant she got things done.
Embracing nervousness, I often burned
with energy that wasn’t any fun.
Yet I decided to be unconcerned,
and harnessed my anxiety to run
productively. But I’m reviewing now,
and thinking there’s a better form of how.

(Ottava Rima)

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