Dreams of Anxiety
One day my anxiety woke me
from the grips of a fretful slumber
I was young and unaware
that such dreams
were not as real
as they seemed
Tickle Dreams we called them
An innocuous name
for wrenching pain
stomachaches
emanating from
unknown, psychedelic enemies
holding me in purgatory
half-aware
of the battles that were not there
An image that haunts
is an image all the same
Like anxiety
clenching wisps of smoke
that I alone could see
