In the Past

Fear of the future.

Time has passed,

But I am still so unsure.

Where will I go?

Who will I meet?

Will I make a change,

Make someones life complete?

Constant change comes with constant growth.

Where I will go I do not know.

Now I know it can be clear.

If my vision is to grow I should have no fear.

Grow with the earth.

Grow with my peers.

Grow with my dreams.

I must have no fear.

Fear belongs with everything else.

In the past.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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