Disquiet

In a crowd of strangers,
I move disquieted,
Withdrawn and numb.

I long for brethren
To breathe a sigh of relief,
Walking in their midst.

To relax into myself,
Walking in their midst.

To regain myself again,
Walking in their midst.

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