I wrote this during the last nutrition conference I went to. I felt incredibly awkward and disconnected with the room of dietitians. My fellow interns were socializing and networking with dietitians they’d gone to rotations with while I avoided everyone. It was just me stuck in my head. Instead of socializing, I wrote this.
March 22, 2019
Social Anxiety
The taste of mint
making me sick
It makes me tick
having to pick
yet still getting a kick.
Color a bluish tint
I begin to sink.
down I go, plink
thinking I was mink
when I’m not even in the rink.
No longer a hint
goes down like buttermilk
thick but smooth like silk
My truth, myself I bilk
as do my ilk
Even so, alone I tilt
and quietly I wilt.
My Dragonfly Life 