My Story

What Am I Afraid Of?

Moving heights, like the flexible staircase up to the top of a zip line

Being alone, no hand to hold, shoulder to cry on, no one to hug or be hugged by

Not being enough, always wishing I was more

18-wheeler trucks, especially logging trucks

Jordan

Someone following me to and from work

Too many coughs

Dying unloved

Not being heard

My words being heard wrong

Losing what little I have

Being filled with anger and hatred

Growing bitter...am I already too far gone into bitterness?

Wasps, scorpions, bees, spiders, snakes...any kind of stingy or bitsy pest

Did I miss my chance?

Am I really that intimidating?

I'll never get it right

Sleepless nights followed by stress-filled days

You don't see me, even when I've been here for so long...

Being stuck here forever, but also of going anywhere new.