School

Nearing the end of a life-long journey,
A predecessor to my actual life,
Real life.
A myriad of opportunities await me, while
a collection of decisions attempt to drown me,
And yet I carry on, spurred forward by promises of
Better days.
Written words, woven carefully, have ceased to exist in my mind
For a time. Consumed by an ever present threat of panic.
I miss writing words.