I’m afraid of my shadow,
but not the one I can see.
I’m afraid of my mind
and what it whispers to me.
I struggle with what
I believe to be true-
like my place in this universe,
and how it relates to you.
I want to hold your gaze,
but I’m scared to be seen.
I’m poorly sewn together,
and my secrets are ripping the seams.
I know any possibility is possible.
There’s so many things I could do.
I panic on your pathway-
come and lead me to you.














