For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #178
hospital, tests, anxiety, fluff, words, ouch,
pester, blood, know, meal, center, jello
A Certain Type of Anxiety
Remember test anxiety?
How blood suddenly felt thicker,
making knees wobble like jello
and eating a meal was unthinkable?
Didn’t make any difference
if it was words or numbers
one needed to know, mind
became nothing but fluff.
Could poke, prod, and pester
but at center there was only
a blank space, emptiness filled
with the ouch of doubt about knowing.
Age puts school long behind me, yet
still feel chilly chiming echo when
doctor says she needs tests done
Notes: Have to admit the rebel in me rebels when the word list seems to have a particular bent or focus. This one seemed that way to me and I almost walked away from it. Took a while but finally realized I could write about test anxiety, but that left a few of the words hanging out there in the wind until I realized that test anxiety is still a factor in my reality.