Breathe


This irrational
Nervousness
On the border
Of outright panic,
Trembling limbs
And shallow breath
And racing mind,
Every grim idea
A potential reality,
Every move delayed
In fear of fault
Or failure,
Shyly shrinking back,
A quiet coward,
Imagining the worst
Instead of asking
Simple questions,
This irrational
Nervousness
Comes and goes,
Returns and
Fretfully flows
As I forget to breathe,
As I try to find the words
To ask such
Simple questions
Instead of dreaming
Awful answers.

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