Try to smile, be polite. Blend in with the “ Normal crowd”.
Head spinning, heart racing.
One million whispers,they grow so very loud!
Pull into the driveway,hands shaking.
Shut off the engine, head is aching.
Where the hell are my house keys?!
Oh,here they are, in my hand.
I exhale, beginning to feel somewhat at ease.
With each new breath, my lungs expand.
I fumble with my keys,arguing with the lock and the door.
Finally,I step across the threshold,Thank God !
I’m safe inside my dwelling,at peace with myself once more
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Author:
Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2018 02:36
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Comments4
I adore this - it's what I feel every day.
Iām sorry to hear you suffer from this too š
But, Iām glad you liked my poem! Thank you š
Good capture
Thank you!
hello resa , anxiety is a horrible feeling , i can relate in a way , i like how you can be relieved once you step back into your comfort zone , into your house .. the movement from anxiety to calm is displayed very well here '' i am safe inisde my dwelling, at peace with myself once more '' nice and the calm feeling returns .. a well written poem here
Thank you š
Oh dear, I feel ya. Like a trip to Walmart! This is a good write and thanks for sharing!
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