as a new chapter
in my life begins
a new sense of
apprehension builds
in my chest, in my
throat. its presence
unwanted in my being.
still, it holds its
ground while i am
stuck thinking what
this next year will
bring me. i am aware
of my growth. however,
i am also terribly
aware of my habit
to dwell on the past.
the horrid comfort
i find in my sadness.
after all, it is all that
i have known.
so what will my future hold?
what will my life throw at me next?
only time will tell, i know.
unfortunately, time and i
have never gotten
along.
