Beyond Reason

Anxiety is a bellyache of uncertainty.

I cannot teach anxiety to count to ten.

Anxiety swallows my plans.

I cannot tempt anxiety with cheesecake.

Anxiety is a snarling dog in a kill shelter.

I cannot pour anxiety into a glass of reality.

Anxiety is a creaking door to my last tomorrow.

I cannot sweep anxiety under the rug.

Anxiety lost her library card on the bus.

I cannot sit anxiety in a time-out corner.

Anxiety hid the sleeping pills.

I cannot lock anxiety in her room.

Anxiety stays up too late and leaves crumbs on the couch.

I can only hug anxiety until she leaves home.

inspired by "Lines Written During My Second Pandemic" by Eduardo C. Corral

published in Sonnets to Sing