Going down a road I've always known
I feel it coming out of the blue.
Crawling up my spine like a spider,
My anxiety spins webs of fear
Throughout my brain.
Hands gripping the wheel tight
And tears coming to my eyes,
I try to ignore how small my throat has become
As I drive.
I'm completely alone,
As I remember the sound
Of metal grinding against metal
And my neck aches
From the phantom of whiplash.
Arriving at my destination,
I leave behind my fear
Like waking up from a bad dream.