Secretly Anxious
Sitting without slouching.
And standing without shaking.
Remembering that it’s ok to hesitate sometimes.
If I take a breath-
They are not judging.
In fact- they are taking the opportunity to pause along with me.
With a smile that was secretly rehearsed.
The entire time-
I am secretly waiting to return to my crevice.
Where I can return to being worried and alone.
But this time- there is a bit of pride in the mix.
And I smile, even though no one can see.
Worried, and alone, and proud.
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