Would it sound weak of me
To admit the fears that live in me
Fearful of what's in store for me
The growth of me, Scares the past, present, and future me
My past fearful of how my growth is so powerful
My present fearful of my growth being so peaceful that those around me start to act vengeful
Mistaking my growth for spite
Because I treat them such as "Out of mind, out of site"
My future fearful of a growth that may be deceitful
Deceiving myself not fully receiving myself
Not realizing myself to be the rose that grows from concrete
Turning an impossible in to an attainable
With my growth being in my mind heart and physical
I'm now understanding my faith keeps my growth sustainable
