Irony

Oh, the irony,
of a book on anxiety,
unable to write about it,
when caught in a web of it,
want to get it all out,
maybe to scream and then shout,
but it’s not ready to leave,
or give you any reprieve,
so, you wait patiently,
until it shows you courtesy,
allowing you to write it all down,
before it consumes and you drown.