handle it all.
As though the beauty of the responsibility
will break underneath me,
and the essence of myself will bleed dry.
I am scared.
Scared that I won’t be able to open wide enough to receive it all.
Scared that the world will eat me alive,
That the chaos will engulf me,
and the best of who I am will be lost…
Lost in semantics-
In crossing t’s and dotting i’s.
Lost in the carelessness of humanity,
in the microcosm of a life confined to the known, to the real, to the certain.
I am scared that the uncertain will be more
than I can
I am scared of living life fully.
But I’ve run around and around.
I’ve turned myself upside down.
For answers that have yet to, or may never come.
So the only question left is:
If not now, then when?
When will it ever be the right time to take my heart in my hands and say “Hello world, let’s begin.”