I sense it uncertain unclear two years
down the road in the future
not now, but soon not today, not tomorrow but, then
the leaving the unknown the next
Where will I go? What will I do?
What have I done? Will it be enough to say goodbye?
Scary? Absolutely, but it is the veil, the curtain I can’t seem to see around
that frightens me the most
I might wither like the garden in the fall
and no longer think and grow
thinking is my world, my mind is the base
it thrives on connections
Will I still have enough?
Where do I go from here?
Into the next phase, they say
I want more
to keep going up
instead of falling down
change is scary but
lack of growth is scarier still!