one ugly canvas

when worries begun to blur 

blur, blur 

into one ugly canvas 

painted with thick paintbrushes of doubt,

outlined with bold pencils of fear,

– you know them pencils,

when no matter how much you erase,

and erase and erase,

the faded shadows of all your 

anxieties 

just remain there on the page;

no longer white

but crumpled in places where you’ve applied 

just a tad too much pressure,

 just like your churning mind  

but i guess that comes 

with the territory 

of over thinking

and being unable to settle down 

with the present.