Poetry Friday

I often wonder
what is to come;
what I shall see;
what I will become.

I often think
How strong will I be,
When that great big storm
is raging on me?

I will always say
be strong and be brave.
Do not suffer,
do not become a slave.

But then I think
what will I do,
When the great big storm,
turns out to be you?

I think I would cry.
let the endless tears
roll down my face
and drown out my fears.

And then I can stand up,
stand up and stand tall.
Stand so that everyone knows,
I am not afraid at all.


Copyright December 2013
Julie A.