I am eighteen, relatively young.
At times I feel invincible
Like everything is within reach
But those times are rare.
Mostly, I just fear.
I fear that like the wind, that blew my hair
Into my face and made me want to
Scream into the vast roar
And let my voice be big as
The wind the blew,
My good days are past me.
The high that I wanted my life to be
Is gone. And that is life.
I fear that I am lost,
That life is a labyrinth
Closing in on me.
Only, there is no way to pass this test.
I fear that there is no way out
I am stuck.
There is darkness
There is vacuum
And there is me holding my breath.
I fear that I fear too much.
I fear that it’s not enough.