Here I Am
Fear creeps up on me in the most
awkward of times.
My pulse races and my breaths
shorten.
I feel a thousand eyes on me
That are nowhere to be seen.
My vision starts to fade.
White . . .
Black.
I fall to my knees, and bury my head
in my hands.
A steady stream of tears and screams
flow out of me.
I collapse further.
Confusion and sorrow cover my
Limp body and baffled soul.
Fear . . .
I begin to regain a sense of
security.
I stand and wipe off the tears.
Smile.
Pretend.
Lie
I pick up where I left off.
Lost and cold.
-Erica B. DiUlio
