Future Girl

The world is cold.

Cold like the air that sets your hands shaking

your jaw clenching

your heart racing.

Cold like the pain in your brain after too

much ice cream when

it hits a tooth just wrong.

 

Cold is a small word to describe this feeling.

It’s not snowmen or Christmas, it’s

empty and

I can’t deal with it. The future’s so big and

intimidating, too new to handle and I

am just a girl and I

and I just

I just

trust.

All I have is trust. So I

trust.

Fear can’t live in a heart that’s

in Someone Else’s hands.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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