Agoraphobia Poems - Poems about Agoraphobia

Agoraphobia Can you imagine, all my life, I have suffered from agoraphobia, the fear of being exposed as the true me without a fig leaf to protect me from the scary world, yet I was hellbent on curing myself because, on that stage of life, all I needed was a push, which I found without...

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The birds will sing when I wake, The crowd will clap, the ground will quake. I’ll be heard, I’ll be seen, Touching the hearts of the unseen. I’ll reach the stars, I’ll reach the moon, Leaving echoes in every room. My words will ripple through the air, A spark of hope, a whispered prayer. I’ll build bridges where others fall, I’ll...

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I wish to seek help But I'm running out of time Redemption is late...

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Coping with Agoraphobia well you are basically pent up in your home for me it finally took it's toil my therapist came to my home because I was basically limited spending hours in a room peeking through maroon drapes keeping my home dark besides the daylight hurt my sore swollen eyes always trying to hide...

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I remember feeling so empty the abuse had escalated after four hurricanes witnessing a murder horrific traumatic brain injury I was now uprooted leaving my beautiful home in Fort Myers Florida at the behest of my abuser relocated to his hometown and was I in for the worse part of what this marriage was to...

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The hurt within has a calming effect, Hidden inside my mind's covert entrance, I rest with torment, happy to reflect, On my emotional independence. 'Let's go out' a grim and ghastly sentence, Tortuous and loud, louder than I thought, Noise engulfs my ears, silence it is sought....

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Caged between giving up and pushing forward You are trapped within this solitary zone where chaos and hate overtake moments of joy try to escape You run the distance with nowhere to go Quarantine days, like a Broadway show echoes in your head torment you all day long breaking the warrior who was once very strong Sitting by your window, You watch how the light plays...

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Agoraphobia Voyaging from Cuba to South Korea across the Pacific takes about three weeks on an old freighter, but we knew it had a beginning and an ending. We have been held up in our flat for three weeks with no ending in sight, next week it is said or perhaps the week after that, if we are indoors long,...

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*Image of Agoraphobia by Pixabay. KJV John 8:32 "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." Agoraphobia I mistook my pain for a summer's eve, For this is what loneliness does to me, Adrift on an orchid sweet stern petal, It is lofty thoughts that steer my mettle, For such frees me from my...

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I will try tomorrow, I tell myself when the phone rings. The answering machine is full, which makes me grateful. A relief. My sister is always checking up. What does she think I am doing? Dying in here? I laugh, knowing she will not drive the forty-two minutes it takes to find out. I figure she has befriended my nosy neighbor to...

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I c annot go near my front door... it might mean a surprise is in store. I might have to speak to people one day - and golly gosh, I won't know what to say. You see last December I went to a gathering of strangers who wanted my blathering. I didn't stay long, I just wanted to go home. It has...

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Come walk with me, we'll take a picnic to the park or beach, we will find a secluded Place out of harms reach. Come walk with me, down deserted lane, By orchards of apple, pear and peach, a Place out of harms reach. Come walk with me, down by rivers edge, watch fish swim, trout, perch and roach, a Place out of harms...

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exhibited smile whispers of trepidation makes hearts feel heavy...

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Agoraphobia I lifted my glass of red wine towards the lamplight as seeing the light through a dreamy, rosy haze; I saw a dirty glass full of fat finger marks I could not blame the barman since I was alone at home thinking I should have been an actor. I went on stage once an...

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Here I lay oozing out of my box… …having fallen from the assembly line. I feel cool air infecting my box. My fortress of individuality crushed. I see other boxes and hear their joyous song as they ride above. On the floor I still hear those moans of pain. The moans grow louder. louder. Louder. Louder! So, I sit inside my box dreaming, regretting and...

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