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Writing Wednesday: “Attack”

January 20, 2016 by Emily Dill Leave a Comment

This is another piece that I posted on Prose.com a few weeks ago – it was an entry in a weekly contest, in which they wanted us to build upon the opener, “The land was barren, the sky was black”. While the entry didn’t win, it felt really good to write this as someone who has anxiety and can sometimes get overwhelmed. I also got great feedback from readers who also have anxiety, and one even told me that reading this helped her calm down. There is NO better feeling for a writer than hearing something like that. Let me know what you think!

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The land was barren
The sky was black
Once again my vulnerable mind
Had fallen under attack

Leading his powerful army
Over the hill with a shout
Came the commanding General
Crippling Doubt

He’s ready for the battle
And armed to the hilt
With Second-Guessing, Self-Hatred
Mistakes I’ve Made, and Guilt

A little behind the General
Is someone I’ve already met
And I have no defense against
The weapons of Colonel Regret

As each arrow strikes me
The what-ifs flood my mind
That boy I should have talked to
The times I should have been kind

My defenses are already down
So who next could it be
But the one who eats away at my soul
Captain Insecurity

She tells me I’ll never be good enough
And I cover my ears but still hear
About my flaws and weaknesses
My embarrassment and fear

Near the back of the group
Looking positively manic
The one who leaves me out of control
Of course it’s Sergeant Panic

I feel my stomach clenching
My pulse races, my palms burn
I could have maybe fought the others
But this one will have his turn

Bringing up the rear, the last soldier
Comes up slowly, almost at a crawl
Though he doesn’t look that dangerous
Private Memory’s the worst of them all

He seeps into my broken brain
Showing me what I’ll never have again
The faces are blurry, the voices fuzzy
A painful montage of “way back when”

So I wait it out, like I always do
And beg them to be on their way
I’ll live to fight the Army
Of Anxiety another day

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