A Hopeful Sapling

Anticipation - 
 I felt, during the hot, 
 arid summer, with the 
 fan’s soft whiz in the background.
 “I’m going to be a senior,
 this year.”
 Fear-
 a feeling that built up, 
slowly at first, then 
 quickly like the pile of leaves
 that seem to never disappear,
 in the midst of fall.
 It hit me then - the realization that I, 
 the youngest child in my household, the youngest person in my entire family,
 the one who my sisters would always call 
 only a kid,
 the one my parents would always see as 
 a baby,
 I am growing up.
 And I am entering an area of the unknown,
 a blank space I cannot seem to perceive - 
 And I am full of questions,
 Will I succeed? Will I be happy?
 Where will I go? Who will I become?
 Despite all my questions, my worries
 I look onwards, towards the long road I 
 will walk on,
 and see the future journey
 with a hopeful heart - 
And I am ready. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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