Anxiety is an electric current… pulsing through my mind and body,

Ever vigilant, ever watching, waiting, expecting the worst in all things.

It has ever been so, since the first of us wandered the savanna… fearing, running, fighting.

We no longer run the savannah, avoiding death…

But await its final embrace… its touch…cold yet restful, behind every word, every deed…

From friend or from foe.

The blood still pumps, the muscles tighten… mustn’t sleep, look up, look down, look right, look left.

But, mustn’t look within.

Inside is the most frightening place of all.

For in the quiet of my mind, the current still glows…

White hot.