Anxiety has slithered around my ankles
and tethered me to the ground.
Advancing forward can feel like
anchors scraping
across dry pavement
an obstacle (or two) in my travels.
As a small child, I tentatively
reached my feet toward the floor
apprehensive of the crevice,
the mere inches
where darkness bleeds until
my monster emerged
and the shackles locked
around each thin, frail, and birdlike
hairless calf then,
accompanied me to school each day
when Mary only had her little lamb.
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Wow, what an incredible way of explaining anxiety. Fantastic writing!
Very powerful and effective imagery. Although those of us who haven’t experienced it cannot ever fully understand, this piece really helps explain what anxiety sufferers go through each day.
Fabulous….~D.