Dreams Poetic Asides

Anxiety Dreams

 

The night before a big event,

my dreams are filled

with a frantic attempt

to get ready to go.

 

The shower is cold.

I look in the mirror

And I’m too old.

And I’m feeling low

 

My clothes are too small.

Or I show up

With no clothes at all.

Embarrassing I know

 

But I’m glad

That event’s realty

Isn’t so sad.

Anxiety happens, even though.