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 cascading 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.