mile stone
death is not the only fear we have.
the fesr of moving on and never being the same is much greater then we imagine.
the time comes when we all look in the mirror and ask ourself why am i here? is this who i am?
as we hesitate before looking to the future we look back for the last timeand smile.
we find who we are and don't look back anymore.
we help other people around ud to see the light and there own passion.
i continue to look forward and never think about what could or could not be by my mistakes.
not knowing is sometimea gift that most people do incounter, but simply never think that it was for the best.
the time to see your light has come and to look in the mirror for that last time.
so don't forget to smile
i want to know what this means to you in your owns words
( and no making fun of what others say about this poem.)
Young Author's Guild
A guild for beginning authors
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