ALL DRESSED UP
By Nate Gaunder
:::This poem is an explanation of Nate’s experience with anxiety while attending church as a teenager:::
Greeted words. “Wake up… it’s time”.
*Eyes open, Lungs fill*
Hears them calling.
“Get up, its time”.
(Stares at door)
Walks through. “Do you like who I am
today” ??? greeted by another lost soul.
“Yes, what a lovey mask you have”.
Smiles and gestures greet one another.
Loving arms in shackles begin to
Brief words exchanged from our lips.
“It’s time”! (Walks through final door)
*Takes deep Breath*
The air is thick.
Though overwhelmed by the count, this
masquerade is by far a fascinating one.
“Let go of yourself!” they say. *Can’t*
Presses towards the front.
Eyes begin to stare.
“Could they know? Is it obvious”?
“Please stand here” told by another.
Music of joy fills the room for all to
dance, while words of false hope
trickles down the ears of the broken.
Arms raised high! All join. (Feels shame
not participating) “Just try”
*Can’t* Flooded with disappointment.
(While Sitting) Watches the rest of the
performance unfold. The drama begins.
A show of peculiar acts.
With front row seats, please draw your
attention to bare witness.
Tears pour down the walls of the fallen.
With broken wings, they salvage whats
left. *deep breath* (Seen it all before)
Emotions begin to stir.
“This mask must come off”. *Anxiety*
“Will it be over soon”? Enticing they try
to be. (Want’s to scream) But this voice
box has been misplaced. *No key*
(S.O.S. White flag)
This ship is taking on water.
“Is it over yet”?
(Doors close behind)
“I’ve lost my God damn mind”!