Anxiety
Flight now or Fight now? -- Fear or the Rage?
Contrary twins on a Black and White Page
Doubt and Confusion, no longer the sage
Angst in my youth only worsened with age.
Opposite sides of a leaf from a book
Like the torrential river -- born of a brook
Darkness surrounds like the cloak of the rook
Inside I tremble, for inward I look.
The Robin, head tilted, can sense the small worm
But no one can find me or feel my skin squirm
Even on flat ground my feet are not firm
Yet I walk on in silence to live out my term.
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2019
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