Anxiety

mired in my fears
a prisoner of what was
slave to what might be
–
hawk’s shadow
into a deadfall
a rabbit tail

dry mouthed and sweaty
frozen in front of a crowd
my practiced speech, gone
–
black water
at the precipice
of hesitationD

I’m never alone
my ally, my enemy
you’re always with me
–
ever present
that little voice
of self doubt