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