Tremors.

When the earth starts to shake, I always find it in me to disappear.

I hide, afraid as always, of what it would be for someone to see me in the middle of an earthquake.

In-between the cracks in my flimsy armor.

I take cover and brace myself and wait for the force keeping me standing to piece me together, hold me upright

I sit and I wait and I wait and I...

Dream.

I sit and wait and dream.

Of a different world.

This world was made for bolder ones, I suppose.

Those of us who have our feet constantly off the ground, heads in the clouds or in the ground, desperate for solace and security?

We are doomed to live forever through earthquake after heart-shattering earthquake

Feel our blood spike with the tremors of the ground as it tumbles beneath our feet

Slip, sink, vanish a while with me, my friend

While we drown again this night, follow me to dream

Of a world where Fear is a forgotten relic of history, a thing of the past

Where Shame is too burdened by self-loathing to walk so confidently among us

Where the folly of Self-consciousness is forever drowned out by whispers in the trees of "you deserve to be here"

But I'm afraid anxiety and I will dance another round, another day

Panic will pool at my finger tips, trying to force crimson scratches I make just to hide his presence

I'm afraid I will always be afraid

I'm afraid of the world I've always lived in.

Where the earth always shakes, where I must walk along with the cracks in the armor regardless