Anxiety

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Feel my heart palpitate

as it climbs up my throat –

choking my breath.

I’m in a crowd,

and I feel undressed.

Vulnerable –

scared out of my head.

My social anxiety

has pushed me

up against a wall.

Trapped in its clutches –

I’m twice as small

as that ant I see crawling

on the floor.

Hold my hand.

I’m sorry it’s sweaty,

but when you’re next to me,

the world doesn’t seem so crazy.

 

(Photo by Lauri Koski of freeimages.com)

59 comments

  1. As my hand makes a fist
    I can feel the nails of my fingers
    go rite through the other side
    What is the it
    I keep asking myself
    The more I ask
    The more my fists tightens
    I see myself rather than being myself
    I become the first of my fears

    Great one Rose
    Have a great weekend
    As always Sheldon

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  2. As a person who struggles with everyday with compulsive disorders everyday. Let me say brava! This put words to some of the emotions and sensory experiences, I had and continue to have. Amazing Rose, as always.

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    • I love how your comments are thoughtful and share a small insight to yourself. We all struggle with some issue or another. I’m glad you were able to make a connection to my poem. It’s an honor having someone as talented as you are reading my work. Thank you very much, Anthony. ☺️💐

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  3. I think you may have just told the story of my life for me, which is great, because now I don’t have to tell it my own self. Ah, no, I’ll tell it. Beautiful work, Rummy. Always an adventure to read your writing; so honest and so powerful.

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  4. Nicely captured, Rose – that rising surge of fear, the way the crowd presses in… Innocuous objects suddenly redolent of menace. And the comfort of another as an anchor lifts it at the end.

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  5. Hi Poet Rummager. So nice to meet you. Great poem. Thank you for wanting to follow my poetry adventures. I am but a simple poet. Interested in all things paranormal. Writing a passion that has kept me sane and alive! So kind you liked my poems Inside! and Traffic Lights! Be Safe and Well. The Foureyed Poet.

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