Changing

Can I be afraid of change 

if I am miserable where I am?

Years swept past me

and I let myself rot,

until I realized the role I play.

Should I be afraid of leaving

the only thing i have ever Known?

This school has grown to own me

and Myself is melting away.

Will this aching fear ever subside within me?

It has been years

and I can still feel the drowning reach 

of where I used to spend my days.

Today I choose myself.

I will not be afraid of changing,

Growing,

Not longer Fading.

I will heal myself,

Surround myself,

Because I am not afraid.

 

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