Clenched jaw,
Gritted teeth.
Well used to the strains,
Of flexed muscles.
Stress radiating outwards,
From the amygdala.
Fight?
Or flight?
This anxiety disorder,
A freight train held back –
My palms outstretched.
Always standing alone,
Holding back nuclear blasts.
A thousand suns.
I will endure.
Clenched Jaw, Gritted Teeth.
