Pie

Terror consumes my being.
Anxiety levels rise.
Something I've never done before.
Baking pies.

The directions weren't as clear as they should have been for me.
I hate plunging in blindly,
lacking motherly guidance.
Only a father's simple encouragement,
"I'm sure it'll be fine."

I can't believe I'm doing this.
What would possess me to do something that I've never tried?
A new experience, perhaps.
Baking pies.