Hope, I have little of that.

Yet a miniscule amount can change,

This world and my perception. Strange,

How something imperceptible can help me combat

My Fears.

 

I have been struggling with the future.

Who to become, what to see? 

There will be wounds to suture,

And can I handle that presently?

The answer truly is I don’t know.

 

Terrifying is this thought

That I will go through life alone.

Despite finding what I had sought.

A person who is not just a stone

On my path, but my rock.

 

I put so much pressure

On what the future holds

Because the present, although fresher,

Pales in comparison to what the past beholds.

The best may be behind me.

 

That may be true,

Everything I go through

Might just be for not.

Just another shot

In the dark at my fairy tale happiness. 

But I will take it.