To my Fear of March 19th
To my Fear of March 19th,
You seem to me both
the obstacle and the
launchpad,
the launchpad for growth yet
the obstacle which demands the carry of
unrelenting, tireless
discomfort.
But of course, comfort is the
enemy of progress. I know. So this is how you
must be. And so,
sick with anxieties and hopeful for advancement
I must be.
Run your course. I will obey.
But for my bravery,
I will look elsewhere.
Till we meet again on March 19th,
Taylor