occupy your space, your place

micropoetry

Occupying my space sometimes does feel daunting.

Fear sneaks in and whispers (or shouts) all the ways this could go wrong.

I sometimes feel like I go between expanding and shrinking. Being seen and hiding. Being heard and running.

As I waver between these choices, I often feel a bit of a panic attack.

Maybe you’re feeling this way too. Certainly, many …