Worry Armor


Panic invades my body like wildfire.
Impossible to stop and impossible to slow down.
My legs fly out of the room without my thought.
My worry armor shields me with a cascade of tears
Legs flying.
I find myself in the bathroom.
With a red-eyed, tear-streaked face staring back at me
Obscured by my still wettening eyes. 
I turn on the sink till it’s cold as ice water
I thrust my head in.
Tears and snot mixing into the shockingly cold water
The wildfire in my mind extinguished
Replaced with sadness and humiliation
And my worry armor is shattered. 
 

chickengirltoo

VT

12 years old

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