Tag

Atychiphobia sometimes 

Haunts my dreams, 

Mocks at my past 

Failures and when I show 

My protest, 

It locks my present. 

Whenever, 

My tottering legs 

Try to standstill 

And bolster my action, 

It loots the energy 

And mundane becomes

My attempt only for survival, 

Dreams of achievement 

And proving myself 

To the world 

Remains unattempted, 

And fear inside 

Becomes an accomplice 

To atychiphobia, 

Destroying my everything, 

Awarding me the tag 

Of a diffident person.