Anxiety Attack

I'm staying right here
I'm never going to move.
It doesn't pay me to,
I've nothing to prove.

I only get hurt
when I do leave from here.
People are so cruel,
make me want a beer.

I cannot drink booze,
or any kind of beer.
I'm an alcoholic
so craving I fear.

It's not only that
but anxiety too;
overwhelming panic,
don't know what to do.

It's safer inside
where people can't appraise,
where they cannot judge me
I'm safe from their gaze.


©2012 Cherie R. Boeneman

Mirrors of the Soul

Like the reflection
of the sun off a mirror
are his eyes when he smiles.


Dancing twinkles fly
as blue birds, darting, chasing
quick as his inner spirit.


Unshakeable steel
when serious or angry,
solid as his fortitude.


As morning blue skies,
whispy as clouds in light breeze
soul soft as his compassion.


Complicated always,
never easy to read;
his eyes - his sensuous soul.