A poem about learning to control the fears within me – with an explanation on what it means.
Disruption
Seeing the Distant Past
Backed into a Corner
by Circular Flexibility
I reach the End
[I feel the fear rising in me]
[Vision of past fearful events]
[I literally moved my chair into a corner of the office so I could see both people but realized I had made a psychological retreat as well]
[The Chair had wheels]
[I rolled the chair back as far as I could go into the corner by the bookcase]
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