The fear of what my future holds
Consumes me.
I prepare assiduously, but blindly.
It is so hard, not knowing.
I know what is expected.
But will I live up to it?
Once, I tried living day to day.
Now I live in the
Future.
What must I do to prepare for
Tomorrow?
Next Week?
Month?
Year?
I pray for the strength to see
All that I must do.
But once I receive the answer
It overwhelms me.
Too much to comprehend,
Yet I have no choice.
They depend on me;
All of them.
I will not let them down,
Whatever the price.
the future
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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