Fall freely
I couldn’t continue.
The responsibility of life weighing at my shoulders.
I was young, falling back into the pressure,
But I felt a hand,
Reaching for me, and only me.
As I grabbed the hand I felt myself being able to breathe again.
Little by little they pulled me forward.
Making my way through high school.
Gripping their hand as hard as I can,
I allowed them to walk with me throughout my journey
But my biggest fear was about to become true.
I would have to let go of them, and fall freely into my future,
But because of them,
I am ready.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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