My Phobia By Laurena Pamela Willetts Poem by Laurena Pamela Willetts

There’s a huge knot in my stomach
My heart is gripped in a vice
There’s a loud ringing in my head
My feet feel like they are made of lead

My legs turn to jelly as I walk away
My hands tremble as I hold fear abay
My chest heaves as I try to breathe
My shoulders shrug as I feel them heave


The tears behind my eyelids trickle
The nerves in my throat causes a tickle
“what have I done” I heard myself say
“all you did was book a holiday”

The holiday is not the problem
It’s how I’ll get there worries me
It’s far too far to go by car
, I ’ll have to fly oh! poor old me