
Why does this anxiety creep up on me?
It shouldn’t be the case now that I am free.
Free to go and do what I will but the pounding of my heart stops me still.
I blame my mobility which isn’t great, my age is advancing at a terrific rate.
I know many folk who are very much older, I admire their strength and resolve why can’t I be bolder?
I feel lost and at sea a prisoner of my anxiety.
A collection of poems and thoughts by Wendi Coles.