Approaching The Explosion Point (May 16, 2016)

You call me Very brave. And yet Am struggling To remain In one spot. As the irrational need To run away And hide Fills me. Knowing No one can Or will harm me In the library. Can feel My mounting frustration Threatening To explode In the form Of self-harming. Caring not If blood is drawn As the keys Rake my legs. Only wanting To regain Self-control Over this runaway wreck. I call My life. Therisa © 2016 Author's note: Once more, my agoraphobia is triggered, by a crowd. This time, a class of grade one or two students, visiting the local public library, with their teacher. On a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate my anxiety, approaching, 5, just below, the threshold of a full blown anxiety attack, which I had, on Friday afternoon, at my art program.