A busy life strikes again, as does inspiration for my poems…
This was written when I was worried what a life beyond high school would be like…you know me, neurotic and all…
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I have a problem
It’s called a fear
Its freedom-lusting jaws
It would always tear
At my heart
At a soul that bears no pain
I condone all life’s every trial, terror, demon
All in vain
But is it just me?
Just desire for strength
To stomach these grievances
Life flings at me
I want to stand again,
Breathe again,
Be free!
Am I too nerve-wracked?
Am I too weak?
To face my immortal sin
And turn the other cheek?
I sing this song of dread
Then ask myself instead:
Out THERE:
What will life be like?