There you are, laughing harsh and cruel,
at me.
Your intense glare
makes me blind and clumsy.
And as I stumble around, to you a question in despair:
Where am I?
Darkness disperse through my body and my mind,
difficult to catch and understand.
You cry:
Shrink!
Shrink!
But your voice disappears
as the echo dies.
You tell me:
Get a grip.
Get a grip now.
When I'm lost.
When I'm searching for your power,
your courage, that will help me.
You shout into space:
You can!
Get up!
I lay my hand in yours
and you fill me with serenity.
My anxiety that gives me courage
by Rose-Marie Sandelius
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