Foreign Territory
New faces, new challenges, new rules to follow
Feeling lost and overwhelmed
Trapped in this building, waiting for someone to post bail
Wandering the halls for help, to no avail
Earphones plugged in, and blasting the Holy Grail
Pacing nervously and biting fingernails
Club members approach and offer bake sales
“No Thank you,” I replied. “I got my ginger-ale”
And seemingly friendly, we exchanged emails
Got shoved on the escalator and my face paled
Refused to give in, courage and patience above all must prevail
Held onto the handrail and turned around,
Greeted by friendly faces, all along, they were right behind my trail.
