I know I have to
go outside today,
things need to be done
and there is no other way.
The thought of a
human interaction
has my head spinning
and driven to distraction.
How do I explain
that I am not that
person anymore
and now I find it hard
to step outside my door.
Where once I never
had a worry,
I now find myself
always in a hurry.
Leaving home is planned
like a military operation
with the aim of
avoiding any altercation.
My route and time
are chosen carefully
to make sure I don’t
do anything unnecessary
like having to queue in
the shop or post office,
something that makes
me feel nauseous.
I know I cannot
go on this way
but that will have to be
a worry for another day.
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