Terrified. I'm terrified,
Of the future,
Of what it holds for me.
It's torture,
To sit here and endure this.
My mind claws,
At the many possibilities.
My mind crawls,
Slowly like a small baby,
Through them.
The shelves of books,
All containing my fears, my hopes,
Tower above my weary looks.
How am I supposed to live?
Shall I be a creative artist?
Maybe a musician?
A grand guitarist?
Am I good enough?
Good enough to reach my goals?
Am I able to succeed?
Or will success slip from my hands like milk from cracked bowls?
Never fear,
For I will try.
Though I must worry,
And sometimes cry.
My heart clenches,
With my every fear,
I brace myself carefully,
Readied for the next year.

Her are open wide,
As you kiss her tonight.
The fear you try to hide,
Clearly glows out bright.

She shakes her head so slow.
You reach for her,
Though you already know,
Tears begin to stir.

"Don't leave," you say.
"Don't go," you plead.
She ignores your pain, it's plain as day.
Her car moves on, always gaining speed.

You're left alone,
Heart in hand,
Slashed to the bone,
Barely able to stand.

Getting better is hard,
Worse than that, really.
People all send you cards,
"I'm fine," you say, "really."

Things do get better,
Your smile gets fixed,
You're warm in life's sweater,
Your emotions aren't mixed.

And when she's back on your step,
When you hear, "I miss you, I'm back."
It's your smile that you kept,
Because your will doesn't crack.

"I'm sorry, no," you said,
As you closed your door.
Before you went to bed,
You managed to smile a little more.