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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