My World - Haiku Set
Growing up is hard.
Mountains and pitfalls galore;
But time never waits.
We children wonder,
What will be in store for us.
The future? Unknown.
Time will tell our path
We take on our journey
To becoming stars.
We are the future.
We are the light of the world,
Nurtured by parents.
Raised by family.
Strict household, not many friends.
“Too meek to be friends.”
At times I struggled
With my insecurities,
Embarrassment, shame.
A voice never heard.
A voice too shy to speak up.
A voice buried deep.
But highschool cracked me
Like an egg hatching open
To the brighter world.
All sorts of voices,
Encouraging me to join.
Am I allowed? Yes.
Scared? Not anymore.
Surrounded with friends who help,
It is tangible.
Used to be distant.
Now I am a part of that,
That world I’m in now.
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