fearful futures lead to regrets.

I am afraid of being swallowed up. spit out. forgotten.

 

 

 

 

like gum, coloring books, old carpet, newspapers and plastic cups.

 

I am afraid of being forgotten.

 

along with my dreams and goals.

 

realistic or not.

 

I am afraid of being swallowed up. spit out. forgotten.

 

I am afraid I wont be wanted.

 

graduation will come. and go. sun burnt arms and un-brushed hair will be welcomed. but I am afraid the car payments, college books and bills will replace leaving here and going to India, China or the Philippians.

 

ringing ears and red eyes.

 

looking in the mirror and not seeing me.

 

it scares me. it makes me sad.

 

sweaty palms and sleepless nights lead to fearful futures.

I have sweaty palms and sleepless nights.

 

I am afraid.

 

I am afraid of losing me. I am afraid of forgetting about Dorothy.

 

I am afraid of staying tired and anxious or growing comfortable.

 

neither seem too desirable.

 

I am afraid of waking up with stretch marks, grocery lists and a minivan. I am afraid of ending up somewhere I never wanted to be.

 

pretty faces grow old and the wrinkles carry the memories.

expose the pains and hides the soul.

 

I am afraid of being swallowed.

I am afraid of being spit out.

I am afraid of being forgotten.

I am afraid of being forgotten.

I am afraid of being forgotten.

 

-Dorothy Breeze