Anxiety

Creeps up snarling
Yellow teeth sharp
Stomach contracts
In anticipation

Heart is set for fight
Never flight
Never freeze
Always charge

But there is nothing to charge against
No one to fight
But myself
Brain is stuck in an archaic pattern
With nowhere to go

No long boat to board
No swords to draw
No arrows to aim
No spears to sharpen

Paper and pencil sometimes
Are not mightier than the sword
The soul remembers
Saber-teeth and battles


Sometimes

Sometimes
I just go to bed at 7

Sometimes
I have ice-cream for breakfast

Sometimes
I have anxiety attacks

Sometimes
I smell the roses—literally

Sometimes
I forget my wallet

Sometimes
I burn my toast

Sometimes
I get envious

Sometimes
I talk to the cat in the street

Sometimes
I forget just how much I love you

Sometimes
I forget to love myself

Sometimes
I become utterly, furiously, angry

Sometimes
I am sad

Sometimes
I watch the clouds go by

Sometimes
I misplace my USB stick

Sometimes
I tummy-hurtingly miss you

Sometimes
Life is too heavy

Sometimes
I order extra chili

Sometimes
I am happy

Sometimes
I know what I am doing

Sometimes
Life is marvelous

Sometimes
I write poems beginning with sometimes

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