Anxiety

There's a whole bustling world I yearn to explore,

but I rarely leave the house.

Imprisoned by self-created fear.

I can dream,

but then I hide -

hide from what-if's,

hide from situations that haven't even happened,

hide from any slight possibility of failure.

I'm wasting away at home

with my stagnant dreams.

Imagine what I could do,

where I could go,

who I could be

if these crippling chains of worry were broken.