Eighteen.

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Eighteen - depressed and confused

On how to do and start it all

The step ahead is steep

How do I climb, stay and move on?

These thoughts live rent-free in my head

 

The scares from friends

Their stories and experiences

Make me feel a little less confident

What if I fail? What if things don't pan out the way I want?

What would become of my dreams?

 

Still, I have hopes of accomplished goals and dreams?

Of a beautiful and better future?

And if it all turns out sour

Tell them at home that I tried

Tell them I prayed and I worked

Tell them I begged fate to align with my wishes

 

And above all, I say a prayer to the providence

That He lets me come out of

this race a winner and a victor

 

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.