A little nervous acrostic for the first of September.
A little thing about my brain again.
I have them, I suffer from them, I try to cope. Because I do love to travel.
I carry my heart upon my sleeve
Though it’s a foolish act
To let it sit so openly
Exposed to all that harm
I carry my nerves upon my skin
Where they throb and pulse
They swell with all my troubles
Until they’re fit to burst
I carry my hopes upon a string
Like a kite they flutter high
Though when the weather turns on me
My dream kite crashes down
I carry my dreams upon my tongue
Both the bitter, and the sweet
I let them linger in my mouth
Until they are forced away
This is based on personal experiences, as I allow myself to feel a bit nostalgic about past events. Perhaps this can also give courage and heart to those who have online friends (or even more than that!) that they want to, but have not yet dared to meet in real life yet.