I wish I could be a child forever,
clinging to my mother after a bad fall on the asphalt
pained but safe in the knowledge that she is there;
It will be all right.
But days go and the nights fly away,
And as the clock ticks so does the time that I have left
as a little girl, safe in loving arms.
No longer does a fall on the asphalt warrant a warm hug, a loving embrace.
"Get on up off the ground! We have places to go!"
And I haul myself up, sore and sniffling.
No matter the measures
taken, the future comes slamming
Into the present.
ACTs, SATs, GPAs, and other three-letter words
Invading the solitude once known as home
I don't want to go into this world alone
Don't know where to go
What to do
Not ready to leave, not ready to
I need Direction.
I don't know where to find it.