Agoraphobia

Can feel the darkness

Swirling around me

Getting ever tighter

In it's grip.

As these black

Corrosive feelings

Percolating upwards

From the depth of my mind.

Like oil gushing

From a just drilled well

Spilling over my soulscape

Poisoning everything

It touches.

Where my inner critic

Is jumping with glee

At his handiwork

As he plans

Future endeavors.

Wanting to hide

Beneath the largest hole

I can find.

As I tug and pull

The largest possible boulder

Over my hidey-hole.

Attempting to block

These negative thoughts

From my mind

Without success.

Knowing

Several days will pass

Before I can re-emerge

To face the sun

Once more.

As days are mark

By the passage

Of light and dark

Before me.

And my little ones

Gather around

Their bodies expressing

Concern.

While

Taking tentative steps

In approaching

The outside world

And my re-emergence.

Author's Note

The mental disorder, which a person from leaving their home, without causing extreme anxiety, bordering on a panic attack. Often related to a traumatic experience that the sufferer has lived through. Placing your live on hold, until you are able to overcome it, which I know, from personal experience. Having need someone to pull me, across my apartment door, just to go to a medical appointment.