Anxiety Is
My insides on my outside
My outsides on my in
I’m all exposed and vulnerable
I’m delicate with thin skin
A slight breeze would knock me over
A light touch would make me bleed
A whisper now would deafen me
A tiptoe cause a stampede
I’d drown in one small drop of water
Be blinded by the tiniest spark
Set off balance with a grain of sand
The faintest shadow make my world dark
A sliver of ice would give me frostbite
An ember of coal set me alight
I could be crushed by a falling feather
I’d turn midday into midnight
I could be poisoned by a sip of tea
Get lost in my own home
Create an explosion out of dust
Within the biggest crowd I’m alone
I’m inside looking outside
I’m on the outside looking in
I never can quite get there
I never quite fit in
Copyright © Jane Humphries | Year Posted 2020
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