I'm scared for my future.
I'm scared of my past.
That my hopes and dreams
Are too tough and too vast.
That I simply cannot
Live up to my goals.
The angels who guide me
Are spiteful trolls.
They whispered ideas
Encouraged me too.
I stepped past my comfort
As they pushed me to do.
But it was a trap.
I'm now out in the dark.
Climbing a mountain -
No walk in the park.
I fear that this climb
Might make me slip.
That I won't hold on,
That I'll lose my grip.
Feb. 15, 2023
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