Anxiety is, the draining of the bottle. Greeting
the sun after nights without sleep. Greeting
the moon after sleeping
all day. Being stuck outside
on a brumal night without a coat. The volley
of arrows at the phalanx. Anxiety is,
The wolves that stalk you
at arm’s length making their move. Running
into your ex-girlfriend in public. Running
from your past. Hoping,
it can never catch up.
Getting a flat tire in an unfamiliar place. The zip ties holding
your bumper to your car as you go down
the highway at seventy. Anxiety is,
The realization of a problem within.
A delicate cycle. A nefarious tone.
Climbing out of the darkness. Having
the courage to begin tomorrow anew.
-Christopher Sutton 12/14/17©