So few really get it
What its like
To be so afriad to go out
To be so afriad to talk to people
People you don't know
So many people , pressing aganist you
The crowd pulsing to an internal heartbeat Moving, writhing,pressing
closer and closer
Thoughts growing confusing
Thoughts growing louder and louder
So afriad they will hear them
Building to a crescendo
Screaming silently screaming
Must go
Must leave
Too many people
Cannot move
Cannot breathe
Cannot think
A hand reaches for mine
Holding it tightly
Leading the way out
Guiding me safely
Away from the crowd
Calming me
Helping me to breathe deeply
Helping me to move
Your hand...
You get it
You understand
You live it
Your hand....
Holding mine tightly
Guiding me safely

oh,,,,,,wow,,,,,now I am th one who is speachless...M.

All I can relly say is I think you have a great tallent. and I do love
the pome