Outside Looking In
I stand alone
in a sea of swirling faces,
unsure of what to say, what to do.
I feel their penetrating gazes on my back,
judging me for my timidity.
I bob adrift in the current,
waiting for an anchor.
I see her suddenly,
the tide parting before.
I feel my heart swell as she grabs my hand,
showing me the way to the shore.
This poem is about:
Me
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