Feeling – Anxiety

A flooding of feeling

a fast acting drug

a gail of emotion

storms

through my system.

Why?

I’m not chased

not hunted

not pursued

so why–

do you haunt me?

A delicate balance.

Sedentary and still,

erratic and unnerved,

where is

the mid-ground?

Can I not feel

without coming undone

for if I don’t feel

I feel

hollow,

empty,

a mear husk

floating on the sea

of neverending time.

I crave feeling

but in feeling

I realize

my actions are not my own

but the actions

of duty,

expectation,

and socialized obligation.