Playing Fetch with an Anxious Mind

Anxiety like

sugar in my veins

forces my weak knees

to rattle.

Bumping the desk in front of me

as I slowly undetectably lose focus.

Undeniable to the students

near to me, but unnoticed

by me.

I’m used to them-

the side effects I mean.

When I do, though

recieve a quiet, but unmistakeable glance,

laced with annoyance,

from a peer

I lose my hard earned

focus.

It’s gone (lost)

and there’s no retrieving it. 

Not like a game of

fetch with my dog.

Anxiety, far from man’s best

friend

strides confidently around the yard

with my focus

in it’s slobbering jaws.

And what can I do but chase

it- then wait

(when I lose my breath)

for it to take mercy on my frustrated mind,

the ever present headache growing,

and all the while hoping

please

not to be called on.

Anxiety like

sugar in my veins

forces my weak knees

to rattle.

Bumping the desk in front of me

as I slowly undetectably lose focus.

Undeniable to the students

near to me, but unnoticed

by me.

I’m used to them-

the side effects I mean.

When I do, though

recieve a quiet, but unmistakeable glance,

laced with annoyance,

from a peer

I lose my hard earned

focus.

It’s gone (lost)

and there’s no retrieving it. 

Not like a game of

fetch with my dog.

Anxiety, far from man’s best

friend

strides confidently around the yard

with my focus

in it’s slobbering jaws.

And what can I do but chase

it- then wait

(when I lose my breath)

for it to take mercy on my frustrated mind,

the ever present headache growing,

and all the while hoping

please

not to be called on.

 

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