Writing Prompt

Sandpaper dry are my lips?

When I am most in need of the wetness of words.

Vowels and consonants fix to the roof of my mouth,

Sticky and thick and too afraid to crawl to the edge of my lips,

Too afraid to weave with music and hang in the open air for all to see,

For all to critique and judge.

My feet fixed in place,

Yearn to mold themselves into wheels,

With my heart the thrumming engine,

The...

It’s all in my head and I’m trapped inside

Anxiety is a dictator and i have to abide the rules

I’m trapped in this unfair way where you can’t choose how you feel

You don’t want it yet it’s surreal

Yet we soldier on when it gets at its worst

Nobody really knows when your about to burst

There is no way out I wish there were a dial to spin

Or a button to push that would stop it from within

Its tiri...