Fight or Flight Plight

Trepidation floods my veins as

burning apprehension pumps to my brain

leading the cataract to my heart

Timid footsteps echo through my being

In its path awakens hyperarousal,

a gift from my ancestors

I feel hauntingly small

My instincts lay tangled

Who do I trust if not myself?

I stand poised at opportunity's door

Feet planted firmly with resolve

As the hammering in my chest reaches a crescendo,

I pray my quivering frame will not betray me