Jazmaine

In the haze of silence, I wait for answers to appear. Please let no fear possess my maiden forms, But if so, let it be fear of leaving without our tender goodbye. The world comes rushing towards me like that dim hallway, And yet, I feel more ready. Am I ready enough to stand my own- I will never know. The only thoughts that come to mind: "Come on, world!" - And- " I'm as ready as I'll ever be!"