Anxiety
05.02.2022 at 00:45
Today I felt
as if I were lagging
behind myself.
Every step took effort,
and felt wrong.
I felt as if
the problem wasn’t
the stepping on the coffee table.
Honesty was hard
and unwelcome.
I didn’t like
the spot I was in,
I couldn’t rest.
The tension
was much like
the beer
when I left it
on the curb
under the thrash.
Tumbling
side to side,
about to fall
for a while,
until finally
stopping still.
I’m not there yet
and I don’t know
when it’ll come.
Maybe
when I finish writing,
or as I lay in bed
before I sleep.
Hopefully
before I open my eyes
when the alarm goes off.
But,
when it does come,
I shall remember
that it will go,
and find comfort in that.
It is not over,
there is still time
to relive this pain.
