I cut those threads
And watched them scatter below me.
I cut those threads
And avoided going back
To those buildings
Or keeping in contact.

It was my only way
To deal with these uncertainties.

Am I doing well enough here?
Maybe if I didn’t change that track,
My train could be chugging forward
Quickly, without any previous hassle.
Maybe my social life wouldn’t feel so empty.
I might have been too hasty…
Am I happy?

Stop. Drop. Roll.

I need to shed this skin of worry
Constantly draped over my shoulders.
I need to continue moving forward.
I need to change
From a weak, cowardly worrier
To a courageous warrior.