Laila Andresen Mjelde Poet Light Verse

Mr Anxiety Man Knocked On Your Door

Mr. Anxiety man knocked on your door,
you opened, and there he was. 
You slammed the door and then you realize he was still there. 
He looked you in the eye, he watched you run, 
you tried to hide. 
Your heart almost stopped, 
you tried to scream, 
but your anxiety made you freeze. 
You have faced the beast before, 
but now before you managed to close the door, 
he got his foot inside, again. 
You closed your eyes and feelings, 
to tell yourself that this is just your imagination, 
your mind is just playing with you, but for you it's real! 
You feel that he comes creeping up from behind and takes over you body, 
your body starts to shiver as if he were a ghost, 
your internal fights resumes, you fight for your life inside. 
This is all his fault, the Mr. Anxiety man! 
You are blaming him for that your tears taste so salty. 
He transforms the finest rose to a faded stalk. 
You will kill him in the end, you're just not ready yet. 
Then it will be quiet again. 
You've killed him once before!
Shhhh!


Laila Andresen Mjelde


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Gail Debole April 1, 2012 at 4:32 PM Hi Laila - Well said! Like the way you personified anxiety. - Gail Laila Andresen Mjelde April 16, 2012 at 11:44 AM Thanks for stopping by :o) xoxo Laila

Kabuteng P.Ink K. March 19, 2012 at 2:15 AM oh how true!! When Mr. Anxiety man comes pounding at your door, he could be pretty relentless! I like how you approached anxiety here and that line "He transforms the finest rose to a faded stalk" was really great! Btw, just want to help, I think there's a missing "y" for "salty in the line before the one about the finest rose..... I hope all is well with you Laila :D hugs :D

Anne-Lise Andresen February 24, 2012 at 2:46 PM Come Mr.Anxiety man at my door, I send out my dog and the dog can scare him away!Lock all doors!!!This was a well-written poem Laila. - oxox UHU! -mom

Carol Sunshine Brown February 24, 2012 at 6:11 AM Early morning reading to get the mind buzzing. Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry Laila. Have a fabulous weekend and I hope to see more of your poetry when I get back to the Soup Monday. Usually pretty busy on the weekends with family so don't get to read much. Love, Carol