The Future

Afraid

Afraid of clowns, afraid of spiders, afraid of the dark

Afraid of the world

No, no something much worse

Afraid of the future

Afraid of the change

Afraid to grow

I made it over the hurdle of applying

What now?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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