Taking command of anxiety. |
I was afraid to go into the store; masked men and women abuzz everywhere. I with anxiety hosting the fear, thinking that terror had gone from my life. Many’s the time when at midnight it roared; razor sharp teeth and long claws to incise. Gripping me tight taking hold of my throat; cruel is the night when the enemy comes. How is it fear takes ahold at the store? Safeguards in place I know masks are in use. This is the virus upending the world; much is the stress overtaking me now. So in I walked taking hold of a cart; I had no wipes though I was wearing gloves. I walked apace keeping distance in mind; (this social distancing new to us all.) (Fear is the ice trickle chilling the spine; shopping so grave and no faces are shown. Eyes only—it like a strange Halloween; this is a zone in the twilight of day.) It an ordeal up and down aisles quick; there rose some steam fogging glasses no less. We were all bandits command by bug; hostages we in the pathogen’s rule. Left brain or right brain anxiety lives; yet I in struggle demanded it pause. Getting in line then a tall man ahead; he muttered, “Not too close;” I stood incensed. Meeting the challenge as fear laughed with glee; holding in check anxious devil for sure. And that reminded me, though it a bitch, I am the captain of my ship today. 32 Lines Writer’s Cramp 4-22-20 |