Headache
My head is aching, it's a skull pounding sensation.
My hands are shaking, from the constant anxious narration.
Trying to breathe deeply, keep this train from leaving the station,
I know this is my own diffident manifestation.
For me anxiety is an expectation;
I stop talking to myself and start to listen,
Let this fear become an infestation, it was all of my own creation.
This is my cowed vocation.
Copyright © Jess Marlo | Year Posted 2023
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