I sit there cuddled on my sofa,
I do nothing,
But, my mind  is a godown of anxiety,
Demons wreak havoc within me,
My tap is leaking with drops of fear and nervousness.
I cannot do anything about it.
I am caged,
It saps all my joy,
I need to escape from the prison of my thoughts.
I don't want them to control me,
So I decided to go to a comedy show,
Good humour was the ideal tonic,
It was the best antidote for me,
It helped.
I think I can do it.
I will also try something else to get out of it.