Photo Rafael Rudol


Something there


As I pass

It moves around

Always behind

Out of sight

These and others

Exist in the corner

Of my eye

A special reserved

Place in my mind

For such things

Always one there

Ascending stairs

The ones that go

Around to the right

Only though

That’s strange

Did something awful

Happen in these places

And linger unresolved

Or do I carry them along

As I go

I don’t usually

Tell anyone about them

Whatever they are’s

They would well

Wonder not about them

But about me

They are as real

As the trees and stairs

I can tell you

No they aren’t the

Under the bed things

That appear just before

You get in

You can’t see those

They are just feelings

Mine are there

I think I’ll write about

Something different

Nice day isn’t it

You’re wondering

About me

Aren’t you

Maybe not

Book series - Anxiety is not Depression ‘Bring Order to the Chaos’, ‘Daily Reader’, ‘Questions and Answers’. The view from the inside about these disorders.