Jittery and uneasy, I struggle
through the dread
brought by
disquietude, keeping me
quiet
too often, frozen in apprehension
and restless,
shaking – eager
– to move.
A gentle breeze washes
over me,
stirring a voice
that is not mine,
lost
when
I close the window.
(c) 2019 Phillip Knight Scott
Written for the dVerse weekly prompt Quadrille #85. The Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title), including one specific word, this time “voice.”
Often Mumbled Musings 
I really connected with that first stanza.
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I’m both happy and sorry about that 🙂
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Anxiety. It gets the best of us sometime and other times we prevail. Just depends on the day.
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Thank you for sharing your voice Phillip.
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I like your creative use of the voice being a mysterious one that’s not yours … carried on a breeze. Wonderful imagery!
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I grew up with anxiety…
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I did too though I didn’t know it at the time.
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I just felt like walking on eggshells all the time…
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I love the last stanza. That gentle breeze is often a voice ignored when not recognized as our own.
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Thanks 🙂
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Love that gentle breeze, that softly stirred voice.
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Thanks ☺️
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