I like that, shot-glass poem.
I remember being at that point before in my life, where I physically wrapped my arms around myself to keep it together cause I just felt like falling apart that much. when told that crossing my arms showed bad attitude, I just smiled and tucked my hands in my pockets and prayed I didn't go to pieces.
You should pick up the crumps
from the ground,
and try to spread a way you like to walk on.
And you should wander on it,
even if its a circle.
Yes, what makes one penetrate, the borders without getting hurt, is nothing less, but steadiness within
but never forget: To break into the world is an option, not a duty. No one should force you to leave, not even yourself.
Sorry, If that sounds, cocky. I know only my fate, but I believe right now, I leaned a lot from it.