Fade

Fear of the unknown is no fear to me, I face the faces of any brave enough to face me, Though words spill on paper, I have learned to share with Helvetica size 11, Through trials and tribulations, Learning who to trust and who not to, And where to hide the comforting solid yellow floral journal. Once the diary was no longer an adjustment, Creative writing called me aloud, Pleasing my English teacher and my peers, With poems dark enough to film, And stories beckoning the fantasy of a 12 year old boy. Now sharing my life online, I find myself integrated with writing, To find comfort and to equally give, Though still hoping that the piece of me that flows words, Will never fade...