Everything feels on the brink of disaster
Like I’m constantly leaning back in a chair
And I’ve slipped
That split second shift
Before I’m heading towards the ground
Or miss a step running down the stairs.
Each sentence out of my mouth
Each thought in my head
Feel like when the knife slips
And you brace for contact.
It’s like the deer that jumps out in front of you
As you hit the brakes
Or when your foot sinks into a hornets’ nest
And the crunch and buzzing meet your ears.
It’s cacti growing out of your back
When you go to order food
Or remember what you wrote 3 months ago
And can’t get out of your head
It’s feeling like any moment
Life could come crumbling down from within
Just because the dishes from last night are still there.
That’s what anxiety is for me…
Moonlit Poetry 