Finally Out

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?

Ishita Bose

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