This period of me and my being has evolved,
Once afraid of change now it’s all I live in.
I do not know the answers for what must be solved,
But those problems I have must be ridden.
A pleather of past is an anchor chained to my neck,
Whereas the brightness of future guides my eyes to its path.
I dip my toe into my the past and its unguided wreck,
For days it’s leaves my body clenching, wrenching, agast.
Why you cannot hide from the dark caves from whence you were born,
Only embrace the curves and edges is has gifted you.
From my two lives I am constantly torn,
Yet I always I look back at its immovable monsterious view.