It’s time for confession.
I have many fears;
I want to grow up in slow motion;
If you see my soul, I fear you’ll think I’m queer.
I’m not sure I’ll completely know me;
I question even the portion I claim to know.
I wonder about a future I cannot see;
About that invisible line I will eventually toe.
I wonder if, in the face of antagonism, I’ll retain my pride.
If I’ll be good enough to say a kind word to an enemy in pain.
If at the end of it all, I’ll look back and say “I tried”.
If I lived for much more than earthly gain.
*Remember that you can only defeat the fears you face.*