Palms begin to sweat as I hear the man in uniform call out my name.
Chest erupts with trembles of panic, like teeth chattering on a cold winter’s day.
Head slowly triggers a buzz, sending vibrations through my entire frame.
I feel my mothers eyes burning,
Her tan tired hand grasps my wrist
Don’t tell them anything
They will think you’re crazy
A five letter word that
petrifies my heart, heavy like a million blankets
settled on my shoulders, yet I am cool.
You are crazy.
You are not crazy,
You are fine
You are –