Like sand, you spill through pores.
Weighted irised lower your glance.
Tremors cannot be choked down.
Anxiety quakes external fibers
and lingers in every exhalation.
Nerves with unwarranted origin
harbor and burrow with confusion.
Warning could not douse fear,
regardless of its absurdity.
One set buried in words,
the rest pointed ahead--
without judgement or ridicule.
Do you not know where you are?
Remembrance comes in conclusion.
Eyes no longer pulled south,
raised with a sigh of content,
relief.
A hurdle overcome,
progression ever present.
Swallow, shaken one.
Breathe.
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