Anxiety – In Ninety-Nine Words

Walking into a room, where strangers are abound

Your ears sensitive to each little sound,

Heart beating in an irregular way,

losing the ability for anything to say.

Talking in a room, where your fears are bound,

Your eyes sensitive to bright light all around,

Palms sweating in an uncontrollable way,

Wishing you could end this without delay.

Running for a room, where control is found,

in your brain, there is fog all around,

Your stomach sensitive and without delay,

You find somewhere safe in which to stay.

Heart rate slows, a deep breath in, this day will end and you’ll begin.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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