I sometimes feel so much
Terrified of the outcome
The bursts of emotion to come

Afraid of sacrifice
When done for the wrong reasons
Changing of the seasons

Reminiscing too much
Fuck, oh fuck
Why did I drink so much

Signs of something new
Hopefully pure, a cure
For the pain and heartache

With blonde hair and laughing
Signs of maturing
Into truth

What will become of this?
I do not know
But I am closer to home
Than I’ve ever been
Dear Son, sink into me
Become me
Hold me close
So much so
I now know
What will become of this

Ian Altosaar

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