I awake to the sounds of the birds
In a state of calm.
Gradually a sense of anxiety and fear grips me.
Anxious about what?
Afraid of what?
On paper I have not a care in the world
But my mind plays cruel games with me.
Oh, so cruel.
I fear going into town.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind people.
It’s the thought of it.
The whole process.
I spend half the day in panic
At the thought of going outside.
Suddenly I’m up and out the door
Doing the do without so much as a thought.
By the days end I am left wondering
Why was I so paralyzed?
An ambidextrous mind.
On one hand crippled by anxiety and fear.
On the other hand as relaxed as can be.
I go to bed to the sounds of the birds
Knowing full well that tomorrow
Will be just another day