With flailing arms I toss insecurity to the sky.
Heaving yet drowning as it cries back down.
And though sympathetic tremors give light to my fears,
I cannot own a moment to evaporate this pain.

Reminders soak through my skin, like the ink of spontaneous mistakes.
Pores expanding under self-righteous truth.
Yet I still sway my arms amidst this downfall of inhibition.
I’d give my life to dry all fear and send the personable home.

With reassurance on my mind, I will only go so far.
Hydraulically bloated as the seizers release again.
I’m too scared to step free from this rain shadow of defense.
Insecurity will dry and I’ll have nothing to fall back on.

With flailing arms I send apprehension to the sky.
Ridding yet sinking as it plummets straight down.
And though parasympathetic ease is unknown to my body,
I still wander in the rain because I’m too fearful to go home.

I really need a place to dry.
 
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