Moths – Poem

Moths – Poem

So much anxiety

coursing through my veins,

overheating like an old computer,

but hesitant to remove the sweater.

Unfamiliar places,

new friends,

my own high expectations


into a pool of nerves.

How do I know

when I do things right?

Am I at home here?

I know I should rest

morning brings clarity

but I can’t bring myself

to shut down for the night.

It’s not butterflies I feel,

it’s moths.

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