Fear

I am alive
and it scares me to death.
Meeting people, talking to them –
it all seems like uber-complicated math.

What do they want?
What do they know?
What would they care?

Gee!
It’s just me.
I am not perfect, not even good.

In what?
God,
I don’t even know.

Yet, I am given the greatest gift of all.
I am alive.