Panic

I know that I’m a rubber band ball

of fear, of panic. I know

I bounce and bounce

and bounce and bounce

until you want to push me off a 

rooftop. I get trapped in my head,

it becomes a prison of 

my own design and you watch

me squirm and turn around

 a prism in a dark cavern

and you don’t know what 

secret charm, what spell

string of words will wake me. 

But I don’t need coddled,

don’t need to hear any magic words,

I just need your love. Need to feel 

your hand slip into mine, even when 

my face is all pale and my eyes

are LED beams of fear. Need to know

that you aren’t going to run. Need to 

feel you with me, beside me, not 

pulling or pushing to or fro. 

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