A poem about dread:
One of the biggest thing that stresses me out
Is having to drive to a place I know nothing about,
You see my family was hurt and needed me,
But the fears I had wouldn’t let me be.
To be there for them was all I could think about.
And the anxiety of going was given me doubt.
To be able to get to them the car was the only way,
And how I dread driving for such a long day.
Fears of the car breaking down or getting lost
was controlling my sanity at all cost.
I wanted to get to them to make sure they’re alright
It’s amazing how anxiety has blinded my sight.
I need to face the stomach knots and my fears
But I just kept on rocking and crying many tears.
How do I get to them when all I do is shake,
While knowing that I have a big decision to make.
Do I let my anxiety take control and leave me in strife
Or is it time for me to take back my life.
I pack what I need and play soft calming music in the car,
Settle in for the drive that I know is real far.
I bargain with God while I do the long drive
and I pray for good traffic to get me there alive.
Facing my anxiety and know that I didn’t melt,
Was a proud puffery moment which was how I felt.
It’s good to know that I can face my fears,
and trusted along the way that my prayers he did hear.