Anxiety twitches through veins,
frothing like acid
poured down a clogged drain.
Wrenching my pain from deep within,
and placing it on display,
in a glass case under lock and key
for all to see.
It makes me feel.
Weak.
Frail.
Unstable on my feet.
It fills me with fear,
the kind that no nightmare
could dream of.
It overflows, spilling from my mind
like an overfilled cup.
Anxiety grips me close,
holding me like a comfort blanket
to ward off its own ghosts.
But anxiety walks away
when I set foot on the stage.
When I let my words
jump from the page,
to play their little games
with the air.
I couldn't see the wonder in days
when night had always held so much sway.
My heart loves the night
and anxiety departs
when the sun goes away.
It leaves me, let's me swirl
through the streets,
like sea mist over
a still beach.
As the lights dance,
my shadow sashays
to the music that plays.
But then it soon returns.
Inside, my blood
bubbles and burns,
my mind's gears turn and turn.
I can't focus, my mind all at sea
all I see are blurred, lost pictures of me.
Names and faces jostle for attention,
but it's no good,
I can't make connections.
Nothing makes sense,
I feel I'm entering a storm
all I can do is wait for night to calm.
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