Fear
Fear
By Rebecca White
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8
I’m afraid to grow up,
afraid to move on without
fully experiencing.
I remember when I took
being young for
granted.
I watch my days carefully,
like a cat ready to pounce.
Keeping,
or at least trying
to stay positive.
I try to ignore, forget, vanquish,
the voice that tells me
I’m wrong.
But I’m afraid.
Afraid that one day I’ll wake up,
family-less and broke.
A pointless life beyond
checking for
textual misdemeanors.
Afraid to be
alone.
To grow old.
Not for looks
or posture’s sake,
But for time.
We all have such
a limited
time.
The hand that holds me
slowly slipping loose
the warmth in my fingers
draining out.
I’m afraid that I’ll never get to say
Goodbye.

