Laying down on my bed,
I often wonder what the world holds for me,
Seeing new things, meeting new people,
Gaining new experiences, how would all those feel?
A few years later,
When I’m on the verge of setting out my feet,
I’m scared to my core,
Don’t know if I’m ready to meet new people,
Gaining new experiences, I have no clue about it all.
Fears, that don’t leave my way,
Will I be neglected? Or will my efforts be again not seen?
I don’t think I’m confident, cause how much ever try,
I’ll keep crying for that one appreciation which could give me so much confidence.
When I feel like breaking apart at my safe haven,
I don’t think I’ll survive outside,
Doubting myself of course, a habit that I developed,
Stepping outside only scares me now.
Now when I’m on the verge of stepping out,
Rather than going out, I want to retrace my path,
So that I step out as that confident young girl, rather than stepping out as a vulnerable girl,
Meeting new people, gaining new experiences, how would all those feel?
© 2021 Ishita Bose