I am unsure of what is to come. Yes, I fear it. But I will not let it consume me. This poem is the release of apprehension.
I stand upon the brink of something new,
A chapter yet unwritten, yet in view.
The familiar fades, a distant shore,
As I prepare to close an open door.
The path ahead, obscured and undefined,
Leaves echoes of the past still in my mind.
With trembling hands, I reach towards the light,
Uncertain if my grasp is weak or tight.
The ground beneath my feet begins to shift,
As time propels me forward, sure and swift.
I yearn to cling to what I’ve always known,
But change arrives, and I must face it alone.
The future looms, a vast uncharted sea,
Its depths concealing what’s in store for me.
I cannot help but wonder, will I thrive?
Or will these coming trials leave me deprived?
The comfort of routine now slips away,
Replaced by questions of a new unknown day.
My heart beats fast, a drum of restless fear,
As whispers of what’s next reach my ear.
The world I knew, once solid, now feels strange,
Reshaped by forces of relentless change.
I close my eyes and take a shaky breath,
Mourning what was, like some small, quiet death.
Yet change, they say, brings growth and something more,
Though now I cannot see what lies in store.
I step into this fog of mystery,
Hoping that time will help me clearly see.
For now, I’ll walk this path with cautious stride,
And pray that strength and courage will abide.
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