Outside Looking In

I stand alone

in a sea of swirling faces,

unsure of what to say, what to do.

I feel their penetrating gazes on my back,

judging me for my timidity.

I bob adrift in the current,

waiting for an anchor.

I see her suddenly,

the tide parting before.

I feel my heart swell as she grabs my hand,

showing me the way to the shore.

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