Anxiety Blues

Recovering from a bout of agoraphobia.

Faint echoes

Of multiple passing hurricanes

Remains

In my soul

Among the littered debris.

 

Wiping out

Years of hard work

After three months

Of barely surviving.

 

My soulscape

Looks like Haiti

After the last earthquake

Needing foreign intervention.

 

And yet

I can't wait

For reconstruction to start

In relaying my foundation

Of self-confidence

And self-esteem.

 

As my physical health

Requires me

Up and running

At full capacity

Despite this.

 

Forcing me

To relearn

How to juggle

My conflicting needs

While riding an unicycle

On the high wire.

Author's Note

Originally written, September 14, 2014.