Wednesday, April 21, 2010

in progress

This is my letter to those like me who
unsure, confused, (adults), yearn to know
we brush elbows with life, each day it's own





Soon is my religion, questioned. My politics, questioned.
My education, questioned. My goals questioned, and forever
I will wonder





I'm alive, I'm light, I'm heavy, and sometimes afraid...
Stop. And then I am ready, or am I not?

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