Going down a road I've always known

I feel it coming out of the blue.

Crawling up my spine like a spider,

My anxiety spins webs of fear

Throughout my brain.

Hands gripping the wheel tight

And tears coming to my eyes,

I try to ignore how small my throat has become

As I drive.

I'm completely alone,

As I remember the sound

Of metal grinding against metal

And my neck aches

From the phantom of whiplash.

Arriving at my destination, 

I leave behind my fear

Like waking up from a bad dream.