My anxious brain plagues me.
Sucking joy from life.
No words of logic can pacify
When it goes off tap and
Swings into panic mode.
There it goes –
The ‘tub-thump’ of my heart.
A spray of adrenalin.
My stomach drops to my knees.
The abject, soul-plummeting terror
Of ruminating thoughts consume me.
I am paralysed with fear.
Oh yes.
Anxiety is a spry being;
Just waiting for opportunity
To take hold once more.
But oh, I wish it would forget.
I wish that it had no memory,
In my being.
I wish to be free from its grasp.
Imagine what that would be like…
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #317, Words: forget, tap, sucks, swings, spray, plague, imagine, tub, word, no, thump, spry
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