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If you walk into classroom 314
You will see the perfect image of pristine
An iron statue, still and strong
A picture book motif of calm
But if you look just right into its eye
You’ll see just what it tries to hide.
Inside my brain a drumbeat pounds
And a screeching, whiny, anxious sound
Wood sprites bounce about my head
Two parts boredom, three parts dread.
Each anxious word I ever thought
Weaves an ever bigger growing knot.
My anxiety plays heavy metal
Nagging worries cling like nettles.
I think of all left to be done
I sit in stillness as if stunned.
There’s too much too much not enough
My brain is frozen and in a rush.
It’s the loudest noise you’ll ever hear
A heart left pounding in an ear
Screams and wails, they whine what ifs
Like grains of sand my sanity sifts
Outside the chaos and the noise
The statue sits with perfect poise.

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