I fear—
I fear that I’m alone,
adrift, with no hands to hold,
no shelter, no place called home.

Will I make it?
Can I truly make it on my own?
Will I arrive before it’s too late,
or remain time’s forgotten candidate?

How do I walk this road?
I fear I’ll lose myself,
drown in the silence of my own world,
for I cannot carry this weight alone.

Will time embrace me,
or turn its face,
leaving me to watch the world move on—
while fear creeps into my bones,
echoing without end:
What if I can’t carry it alone?
What if I can’t?

I’m scared.
I’m scared that I’m alone.