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.