Pure O! Poem by Asher Proschansky

I am so afraid
that I will do something wrong
a bell continually ringing
I can't shut off

Ring and ring so more
paralyzing, off putting
analytical paralysis
worry not to hurry
worry to put off
the common sense
that used to rule


driving in my car
fearing the worst by far
too close to the curve?
what if I swerve?
what if my brakes fail?
what if a tire is punctured by a nail?
what if the wind shield cracks?

You've all had these same thoughts
but your bell rings once
and then is silenced
rumination is a bitch
you are the lucky ones
it is such a struggle
when you battle
the war within
the theater of war
between your ears
the field of your fears!