What is this feeling—
the one in my gut?
I haven't felt it before.
It feels like—like a stone has made
my tummy its resting place
with no regard
to how my psyche would react.
I think I know what it is now
that I think about it,
and what was going on
the last time I felt it.
It's fear.
It's the kind of fear
hat smothers
and hinders logical thought
and processes.
The only thing to rely on is instinct.
Instinct—a biological function
I have no control over.
Epinephrine secretes from my adrenal glands
Speeding up my heart rate and freezing my internal organs.
Yes...
This is fear I feel
as I scan my surroundings—
heart racing.
Waiting.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of poetry I'll be working on throughout the year. Here, you'll get to come face to faces with attitude, a bit of romance, and whatever else I can squeeze out of the right side of my brain. Happy reading.
