I sit

I sit,

and I stare.

Overwhelmed at whats in front of me.

I sit, 

unsure, and ashamed. 

Not knowing what to be,
who to be,
or how to be.

I sit, 

not sure where to go, 

or what to do. 

They say move forward, 

move anywhere,

just move.

I sit, 

held back by fear,

held back by pain, 

held back by shame.

I sit, 

I want to go, 

I want to move.

But I sit, 

so much,
I move back.