***Found the picture on the internet.***
Some days are better than others
I become numbed to the pain
to the uncertainty
that weaves its talons into my being.
And there are people,
people everywhere
who stare and point
unaware of my fright.
I don’t mean to scream
vomiting demonic shrieks
into the air;
but he is right there.
Shining, black and desirous of me
twisting sharpened nails within my soul
he sucks the life from my heart
from my body
never leaving me alone.
I wish I had the confidence
the ability to believe
that I will be free of him.
The love he spreads so suffocating
tainted with poison and nightmare words
drilling into my brain
my self-worth
for anxiety is always there
standing in my corner.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
September 25/17
