By Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Anxiety, The Phantom copyright, 1.05.16
A windy night brings it. Bam!
The back porch door slams
And I’m left to wonder what is there
What glowing eyes in the night will glare?
I am like a child, four years old again,
My fear and imagination bends.
What hoodlum or phantom lurks here?
I sense something evil crouching near.
Gone is all hope of sleep.
I must be ready in case he leaps.
“He” is my fear of things unseen,
Politicians and terrorists threatening me,
Bills, undone tasks, that won’t let me free,
Narrow minded people judging me
Worry for my son, in his melancholy
TV news feeding branches of my anxiety.
Things that make me think I have no weapon,
Realities that happen, with or without mention.
My canine detects no offending thief,
And only morning daybreak brings relief.
pamelascanepa 
Wow, this contains a little of something everyone has encountered at some time in their life!
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Yes, so true, but when it happens, we feel so alone….
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Reblogged this on pamelascanepa and commented:
One of my early WordPress posts…
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” and only morning daybreak brings relief”. ….so true for what you have described and with my anxiety, morning daybreak brings relief from those periodic nightmares that seem so real. Thank you for sharing your gift!
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You’re welcome, Rick. I appreciate you reading and commenting. This poem caught one particular moment that was really rough.
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