This poem compares the social anxiety I feel to butterflies coming to life inside of me. I started writing this during the summer, but its message and meaning is seen most in school settings when I'm around peers I don't know very well. It's crippling, uncontrollable, and I don't know how or why it has developed since being in college.
Flapping wings
Insects sing
Cocoons bring
Monarch king
Newborn birth
Surrounding girth
Outside dirt
Beneath shirt
Hatching eggs
Shaking legs
Patience begs
Irritation segues
Sudden commotion
Rushing ocean
Explosive emotion
Incomplete quotient
Blood letting
Exterior shedding
Internal fretting
Social setting
Amplified intuition
Lack restriction
Stressful condition
Anxious inhibition
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