Don’t go out there today
Stay in the comfort of your room
The waves threaten to be high and ferocious
Too bad you can’t afford that luxury
Put on a brave smile, shrug it off, scent yourself
But beware it could be fatally dangerous
In the middle of your day
When you least expect it
It will hit you
Here it comes
Brace yourself
Your eyes are droopy
Your mouth is curved downwards
Your hands are submissive
Don’t struggle
You will sink quicker
Don’t plug your nose
It will only cut off the oxygen sooner
Wait for it
Here it comes
A big wave of dread and anxiety
Leaving you paralyzed
Just let it take you
If you’re lucky
It may release you
And carry you back to the top
Where you’ll float for a little while
Before the next wave comes.
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I was just coming here to bitch at you for not posting a new poem, but I see that you have, and it was only the feed on my site that seems to be slacking off. Way to stick with it! :)
ReplyDeleteI really like the analogy/imagery of a wave to represent anxiety. It's a really good fit. The ending really anchors the piece perfectly.
Miss Desire, it has been a week... I am very anxiously awaiting your next poem. :)
ReplyDeleteAHEM... When do your very devoted fans get another poem?
ReplyDeleteOh, woe is me, I check this blog each day and have no poems to read.
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