The Anxiety Syndrome
All of my life I've battled anxiety
having a stammer all of that time
punch it in its face but it comes back
it won't give in even if you mime
At school dreaded every new class
asked my name dreaded this so much
my throat tightened feeling little air
wish my tongue to know a calm touch
All this anxiety made mouth hoarse
so much tension inside so full of air
can't control all this not at all
it's beating me even if I dare
After school social beast I wasn't
thoughts of people groups I do hate
to be anxiety free I would wish
don't give up new hope create
Now in my 60s anxiety still here
but God provides respite a little calm
so these ups and downs are my life
looking up for a healing balm
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2018
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