Sheltered Child

July 27, 2013

The world before me

Is dark and dangerous

What lies ahead

Is foreign and uncertain

I write on paper

What I am unsure of

So that maybe my words

Can guide me to answers

To keep my anxiety at bay

To ease my mind

So that the world before me

Becomes something that does not require my fear

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