When you hold your worries, how do they feel between your hands?
Do they slip easily from between your fingers, and slither on the floor ahead of you?
Or do they nip and bite?

Can you feel their breath on your body?

Or do you wear them like a limp, but conspicuous fox stole?

What words do you give them: admonishments? comforts?
If you were to weave a spell to dismiss them, with what would you weave it?
– Would you really dare dismiss them?

What would fill the space these familiars would leave?

Could you – can you
stand the quiet?

Where do you feel dis-ease in your body?
In which rooms of your mind do the lights stay on all night?

Describe your dancing shoes:
What are they made of? How did you get them?

What is the price you are still paying for them?