Monday, July 18, 2011

“Anxiety”

calls in greeting with the bright full moon  
dances in my blood with the flux of hormones  
recognizes my fears and delights in them  

throws back her head and laughs with glee   
dashes from neuron to neuron in abandon  
stops my heart with an iron grasp  

catches my breath and won’t let it go  
haunts every night with racing thoughts  
creates possibilities out of mist  

ebbs and flows throughout the months  
curls in the pit of my stomach like a knotted rope  
holds me prisoner within my mind  

Copyright 1999 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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