Phone Call Fears Poem by Shelley Williams

My phone sits on the table
where it gathers dust.
I can't dial the numbers
with anxiety and little trust.

I fight with the fear
that beats me up each day.
I leave my phone sitting there
on the table where it stay.

I don't know conversation
and my calls are rarely heard.
I pace the floor with fear
and I do not say a word.

My phone reaches out to me
and I struggle with a stare.
Every breath is shaky
and my stutter meets me there.

Words escape my mind
and I struggle to explain.
I take in a nervous breath
and spit out words with strain.

I hurry to end the call
that triggers a racing mind
Everything that I should say
are in the words that I can't find.

Incoming calls are better
at keeping the cobwebs away.
If I had it my way no calls
would leave my phone each day.