My face feels too warm

My skin feels like it’s moving

My feet connect with cement

My mind is in a million places

I want to cry or hide

Or throw up the contents in my stomach

I want to curl up in the fetal position

And doze off somewhere unseen and protected

I’m writing though

With a pen that was a gift from our sponsor

I’m pouring my heart out which is gross

I’m picking apart my brain’s puzzles

To find some peace

So I can fall asleep

It’s harder than I thought it’d be

To start all over

This isn’t what I envisioned

When they said “fresh start”