Growing up Without You

Sometimes I'm so afraid 

As all this life rushes over me.

Like trying to hold a river in my hands,

I can't gather it all up

 

Are there already gaps in the stream?

Or is it just

    that I know

         one day there will be? 

 

I'm so surprised, watching helplessly

      as the end comes closer

Waiting for it fills me with sadness and dread

 

But the curiosity within me can't be held back

Even though it hurts, I wonder--

 

What will happen next?

 

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