Scared


I see my hands trembling. 

I know it is coming.

Back again, knocking at the door.

Anxiety. Oh yes! I'm into chore.

My body loses my mind, 

It up my skin crawled. 

Shouted the cute anxiety.

"I'm always coming!"

So, lovable isn't it?

Or maybe I'm just scared. 

- S. Callahan

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