Guaranteed

It’s one thing being anxious, out of the blue.
You know the kind where it surprises you?
There’s no reason, no cause, no justification,
it’s irrational, random, you try to implore
rationalisation.  Then there are the times
where it has a root cause, the one time, or more
that you’re fully aware why it has you in its jaws.
For me it’s the dentist, in all its sterile white
glory.  It causes me to spiral and be gripped 
with crippling worry.  You would think by now
in my adult years, I’d have learnt somehow 
how to deal with these fears, but each time I
go there trying to promise myself, be brave,
be courageous, I still end up in my own 
personal hell.  Will it ever change?  Who can
tell, I’m just counting my blessings that it’s
over for now.