Anxiety

I hate time limits.

I hate deadlines.

I hate due dates.

Well, there's one due date that brought me

joy.

All others are black holes that suck my energy out.

They creep upon the procrastinator

on spindly spider legs,

silent and careful.

You don't know they're upon you

until they've half devoured you and

panic sets in as you struggle to escape

the inevitble crush of anxiety that cocoons you.

2 minutes left

and barely enough words to fill a page.

Clocks ticking bring me dread.

anxiety.

Go to your happy place, I whisper to my brain

and attempt to focus on the image

of an endless field of flowers

a never ending sunny day

a light breeze that never dies

a tree that never stops growing

always reaching ever outwards