Vulnerable

I never used to feel vulnerable in public.  Walking home from the bars or a party late at night, or as a tourist in a strange city by myself, I never once was afraid.  What if someone this or that?  What would I do?  I never gave it any thought at all.

Maybe it was a false sense of security, but it was real to me.

Now I think about it all the time.  I wonder what I would do if someone approached me alone.  If someone wanted to do me harm, what could I do about it? 

The answer is nothing.  I could try to beg for their mercy; to put my fate in someone else's hands. 

Once again I've lost control.  I have to rely on someone else.  And I hate it.