The Future

I’ve spent the last eighteen years of life being cradled.

Living in a small town around people I’ve spent my entire life with. 

Now, as I look the future in the eyes with nothing but possibilities, 

I feel fear wash over me, not excitement. 

As I stand three months away from leaving one part of my life for another, 

I feel fear wash over me, not hope.

As I have nothing but opportunities ahead of me,

I feel fear wash over me, not happiness.