if i could bathe away fear
i would soak for days
finding ways
to convince myself
anxiety isn’t the enemy

coming to grips
with apprehension
is growth

they say
baby steps
i feel more like a crawl
wanting
my security blanket
that was tossed
long ago

where does
one find
a confidence booster
the wine
last night
seemed the cure
only tricking me
into a false sureness
leaving me
feeling rather sick
and small

anxiety isn’t the enemy
come to grips
with apprehension
and grow