I try to find words for what I feel everyday,

Blinding sunlight yet shrouded in clouds of gray. 

My daughter, 

Only two months of age, 

My life, 

My world, 

My joy. 

I peer out the windows of our home and am so terrified of what can take her away. 

Anxiety, that's the name. 

I fear everything, 

The walls, 

The creaking of my floor, 

Even the whispers from the television.