Speedbumps on my skin,
Worries scrambling up a hill,
Encased in the backyard
Of who I was.
The nostalgia hit my heart,
Pleated its lips,
And begged me to stay.
I watched as the returned
Insecurity changed the color
Of the sky—
A dilapidated yellow,
A buzzing of anxiety,
A thought spiral instigated
by the Enemy.