Anxiety

Have you seen my secret room?

Heart beats fast, worry sets in and I begin my dance. I know the steps well.

What do you think of my dance and does it frighten you?

My secret room exposed, flesh and bone no longer able to hide the fears I’ve nourished over the years.

Time to pull away and prepare for the loss I know it’s to come. But maybe it won’t. Or maybe it will.

It’s what I don’t know that hurts but I never know. The future teases me, the past torments.

My eyes finally close, my heart is just exhausted. For a few hours I’ve won

When I open my eyes my thoughts are waiting, they have been up all night but sleep isn’t important.

I find your hand once again extended and I can’t believe how lucky I am.

Why do you come back again?

Haven’t you seen my secret room?