Lost

I’ve lost my map and I have no clue where I am going

The fear of not knowing has continued growing

The way I am has been lost for months

My confidence slumps

 

I grow more lost day by day

Will I still have time to play or will stress overweight

Fear of not knowing myself and my path has taken over

But thankfully I am not trapped in this enclosure

 

Having no idea has given my freedom

I feel more gleesome

Twist and Turns may be confusing

But I will keep on pursuing

 

My fear might still be in my mind

But having faith in myself has outshined

Creating faith is no easy mission

But having love has given me tools to put my fear into submission

This poem is about: 
Me

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