from afar

Anxiety is watching a blur of cars, their tires gliding swiftly through damp roads,
Drifting                                   --                                     away.
The sound of the crossing delays them-- a moment to breathe;
 A random pause in their flow of movement.
But moments later, they begin their smooth descent
To the known,

Their destination already decided.

Silent tears, the only things that can escape you;
A salty tasty of freedom against your lips,
The only way of knowing your tears are real,
And not just a river being washed from within you,
Turning you into the puddle cars manoeuvre around,
Or splash against, coating pedestrians with despair,
Their own feel for what anxiety did to you.

But anxiety is
Being left behind;
Watching life move without you.
Anxiety is frozen,
Knowing what to do, but disconnected from your ability to move,
Wondering how your legs once caught up to them,
A blunder in your memories.

Anxiety, your mind a jittery hand
You can’t control,
Your dreams spilled onto a page
But the pen, the key to your soul, 
                                                                      Is
       Slowly
                                 Losing
                                                    Ink

                                                             Anxiety 
                                                                    is the choked silence
                                                                        Frozen in your throat

Lodged between fear 
and freedom.
            

Nicole