Anxiety demands a decision.
To remain a stoic
Does not always work out.
Readiness for two is already counted,
It will jump to three and seize.

It will cling to salvation
With teeth and claws,
In an instant the adequacy
Of truth will be denied.

And suddenly realizing
That you managed to survive,
How it happened so,
Stunned, you admit
The inability to make sense of it.