𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒆- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔

𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

I wrote this shortly before my 18th birthday last year

Seems like just yesterday
I was a child,
Blind to the hardships of the world,
Confident,
Carefree.
I knew who I was.

But here I sit on the edge of eighteen,
More insecure than ever.
Wondering how I will survive a world
That's like being thrust into a whirlpool.
Scared of what's ahead of me,
The great unknown.

I'm not ready,
I'm not ready,
I'm not ready.
Who decided I'm an adult now?
Sometimes I feel like I can take on the world,
But sometimes I am still that small, scared, crying child.

But I have no choice.
I must plunge into the great unknown,
Brave the world with my family and friends behind me,
The wild winds at my back.
Because here I stand at the edge of eighteen,
The precipice of the rest of my life.