I usually only get out about once a week, I’m so petrified of being around people, I could say it’s because of my abusers, but it’s not. When I go out I always have a panic attack, the loud noises, or busy crowds are a no go, and I only ever go out on a weekday as it is very quiet with most people working.
You are there for me in every storm,
Sheltering me and keeping me warm,
Taking the brunt of the ever-changing weather,
For years until the spring brings the heather.