Doesn’t Always Do It

I can’t help feeling anxious
I go from zero to panicked
with record speed
faster than I can realize it’s happening.

I thought I was feeling good about the day as I was leaving
before I stopped myself tapping over and under the steering wheel
realizing I was actually stressed out
my neck was tight
and shoulders were bunched.
Cue the tension in my forehead.

And I thought I was feeling good.

Can’t remember how I got over it.

Looked at the clouds, and the sky
where the tree tops meet
and eventually
thought about something else.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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