It’s one of those days
Battling anxiety daemons
Wanting to run/hide
Inside my apartment.
Personal victory
Still sitting
At local library branch.
As my pulse
Reaches the point
Of an overrevved engine
About to redline.
Thankfully
Missing other signs
Of a full blown
Anxiety/panic attack.
No hyperventilation
Sweating trembling
Or feeling weak/tired.
Not sure
About trouble concentrating
Or thinking about anything
But my current issues.
At times
So hyperfocus
I lose contact
With reality.
As if
I’m living
In another world/universe.
Those attacks
Are my scarious ones.
Especially
In public places
Nowhere to hide.
Sighing.
Life sucks
At times.
Therisa © 2019
