New Places
Anxiety rips at my insides
How did I get here? Where do I go?
The moments are all a blur
Unsmiling faces
Are they looking at me? Should I really have come?
I cannot go through with it
A phone call was the first sign
What do I say? How do I say it?
Breathing hard but hardly moving
Cold sweat settles on my skin
Am I sick? Or just panicking?
My hands twitch to the music in my head
Everything is loud
Will they expect me to talk? Should I just leave?
I jump at the slightest movement
Kind voices filter through my ears
Who are they? What's their story?
My foot stops tapping its nervous beats
The world around me comes back into focus
Do they feel the same way I do? Are they like me?
My hands unclench and my mind unclutters
The thoughts unwind themselves into a clearer image
How do they cope? What are their solutions?
Calm breaths push their way through
Soft music flows
Is this okay? Do I actually like it?
Tense muscles melt away
Eyes are on me but now it's a good thing
It's okay. I will be okay.
All fear has gone
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