Tumultuous Poems Thursday


Afraid, I still go forward

Not knowing what will be

To scared to turn back

Somehow accepting the unknown what I don’t see

Is this the time to question myself or will time surely tell

Afraid,I walk forward

This could be heaven or hell

Tumultuous Thursday

Seeing the sun

Standing inside

I’ll be glad when

this is over

The air is stuffy

No wind on my face

No smell of sweet clovers

Soon the day will come

And we can

All be back outside

But for now

I dream of

Seeing the sun shine