As I sit for hours making plans for the trip I have to take.
I will count out loud for every step I know I have to make.
I gather all the strength I need as I’m walking out the door.
Left my house and hit the sidewalk, as I’m heading to the store.
I know this trip all to well and it always ends the same.
It attacks my fears and forces me into playing the panic game.
I enter the store, I begin to focus and start to create this poem.
My thoughts are focused, my panic is chained, I feel I’m all alone.
This is my method to control my panic and make it through the day.
It works for me and allows me out, there’s just no other way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem