In a little over a day,
I will find myself returning.
To where my dreams await,
Desparate and ever-yearning.
Unfamiliar faces,
in unfamiliar places,
With Doubt ruling over me.
Stand strong and yell,
or cower and cry,
Be brave and fight, or
wear the Mask of the Shy.
Leaves change color,
Then fall to the ground.
Falling is not an option,
For I may never be found.
Thinking leads to Doubt,
And Doubt leads to shame.
And my overpowering thoughts,
Only my heart can fathom to tame.
My heart has been soothed,
In these past three weeks.
Tension on the horizon,
I wonder when it will breathe again.
Shedding my old life,
And creating a new.
Going back I am just a baby,
And it is all because of you.
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