Where can I hide and be free?
Be free of anxiety, fear and week knees
Stomach growls, rips, and grumbles
My eyelids droop and mightily fumble
I swim in a tizzied dizziness
The legs hopelessly twist and tangle
The lips move chaotically
The ears cannot understand
It is just a moment
Maybe sixty moments
The calm will resume
Categories: mental health, Poetry, Travel, weird
psychologistmimi 
The anxiety is well depicted in the poem.
Leslie
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It’s a moving poem
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Thank you! Cheers
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