Anxiety

***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