Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Poem found in the anthology Word Fest - Celebrating our Journeys, available on Amazon.

 

Anxiety 

 

The storm is shouting at me
While my nerves attempt to calm
Rummaging through Do’s and Don’t’s
To shun panic and shut shutters
But they slam, fling and flutter

Wailing, bullying leftover reason

Thus my nerves slowly give up

So I can’t leave the house

It growls out hostage debris
Tiles and shingles, glass and splinters

From my house, undone to pieces

To hit hard and not think straight
While my mind attempts to settle
To gather both feet and flee off

But they’re beaten by the beams
So I can’t leave the house

              ***

The bombs tremor at my feet
Or my feet do and they thump
While I’ve little to no time
To diffuse my growing chaos

But their ticking - loud as cymbals –

Echo painfully inside my head.
I’m either disoriented or blown.
So I can’t hear what you’re saying

 

They blast - finally within me -

While my chest attempts to quiet

To take in full breaths again
To see through thick blur again
But the blow took all my air,
The bomb’s and my time elapsed.
There was no red wire to cut.         

‘Still can’t hear what you’re saying