I Made It

I MADE IT

Fear trickles down
my spine, but
I made it to the
funeral home without
one mistake.
Forget about the fact
I had no idea where
to go, I knew I had
to show support to my
family.
So my friend Google
gave me perfect
directions.
The main thing about
this amazing, seeming
normal act, feat
is I made it all
by myself.

Anxiety Drowning

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ANXIETY DROWNING

Wide open spaces
room for all to roam,
if not for the overwhelming fear
crushing in on me.
Vast areas suddenly feel small
as the last drop of air
is sucked away,
leaving palpitations
a a sheen of cold sweat.
Insides shake and quake
as the id and super ego
all pray for the same ...
get away ...
run ...
to be done with it all.
Will no one help?
Doesn't anyone else feel
the anxiety and fear?
Deep breaths, repeated mantra
helpmehelpmehelpme,
give an illusion of self-composure
but pedaling like hell under the surface;
too many people,
Not enough air to breath,
drowning in plain sight.

Fears

Fears

A bright and happy future
has turned to nothing;
the truth hangs like a shroud
over a life of mistrust.
Eerie light of a watchful full moon,
leads the mind to secrets unknown,
unearthly protection.
A thick cover of darkness
has filled the night with terror;
elements will clash,
as death waits to take prisoners.
Wishing for an aura of peace and tranquility
to encase a mind
entrapped with hidden fears.