"Back in the day", as most generic old people would say, I had many fears. One most dominate was the fear of risk. I hated risk. I didn't want things to change, I didn't want to leave my comfort zone. You could've asked me if I wanted to learn to ride a bike, I would have told you I'd rather walk than fall on my face a couple hundred times. Of course I eventually learned how, and grew quite fond of it. But any-who, on to the poem...
My palms are hot with sweat,
My eyes dart back and forth,
My father next to me rolls into the school parking lot,
He looks at me,
"Noah it's gonna be fine, you have a lot of fun, trust me"
I sigh, say my goodbye and leap from the car,
Each leg feels like sand as i heft my way towards the door,
Inching it open, I step in
Another boy my age glances at me and grins
"hey my name is Robert",
Maybe it wont be as bad as I think
Friday, January 18, 2008
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7 comments:
yea most people are scared of taking risks. the first step is always the hardest
aw . that poem was good . :]
if you ever need a shoulder to cry on Im here 4 you Noah, in fact i am next to you right now. do you need a hug?
Noah, i can almost taste the angst in your heart. As Gerald Ford always said, "Just keep on truckin."
i really liked the poem!
that was a good poem. and i see how risk can be scary. sometimes its really hard to get started.
I liked your poem.
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