Steps

though I am alone, I am at peace

no one to hurt me or call me names

no one to mutter dark words as I pass them

down the corridor I walk

The anxiety that gets caught in my throat

sails away like a boat, but it does not float

It seems to sink then bob back up

much like the waves surrounding it

for a moment it seems to waver does it

return to me or back to thee

The ones that give you sorrow do not

matter as they will only drag you down

it is little things that get to me

getting low on a test or saying something wrong

my cheeks heat up make my face go red

the anxiety builds till it is up to my neck

I feel as if I’m drowning, hot tears splash on

to the abyss below, where it welcomes me

With open hope.

To step in is a choice ill make

being alone can be the worst feeling

yet it can also be the best

like a comfortable silence

in a room of noise.