more oft than not
oh who am I kidding
always
I fear that I am simply
not enough
I did not feel
prepared for this
for any of it
and yet
each day
I arise to a new life
one that is so vaguely familiar
so ambiguously mine
No notion of
where to go
from here
if at all
anywhere
No sense
of what is to
come next.
A pit
as wrinkled
and hardened
as one of a peach
sits like acid
in my chest.
I melt away with time
more oft than not
I melt away with
fear.
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