Standing here upon the verge
Of who I am and will become,
Eyes wide with wonder
At the infinite possibilities,
I encounter pause
In the face of two questions
I never had to ask before.
Who am I?
Writer, friend, lover, doubter;
An emotional jack-of-all-trades,
Eager to learn yet scared of answers,
What am I afraid of?
Ignorance, death, loss, myself;
The four great evils
That all men and women face.
But let it not be said that I fear aging;
For the chance to gain
The experience and wisdom
Necessary to answer these two questions
Is one I take with open arms,
Drinking myself in
While my heart beats double quick.