Contemplating the twists and turns of life,
the ever constant change of time,
I can't help but feel apprehensive
at the threatening void ahead,
the unexplored darkness of the future.
Will I manage to walk bravely on?
Or am I doomed to slip and fall?
While the shadows clear as I explore,
will what I find in the dark thrill?
Or will it remain the darkness?
They always say the first step is the hardest,
that you'll never know what you'll find
if you are brave enough to open your door,
but will the future I'm about to take on
accept me or spit me back out?
It feels silly to be so hesitant
of finally seeing the goal on the horizon,
after years of fighting and struggling
with a single destination in mind,
why do I feel so frightened?
