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I Turn Black When I Think About The Future

A poem about fear.

Photo by Molly Belle on Unsplash

I turn black when I think about the future, Because although we can guarantee that the sky will stay blue, And the stars will still be a guide during the dark, It doesn’t guarantee my existence. Most importantly, It can’t guarantee my loved ones’ existence.

I turn black when I think about the future, Because I saw my grandma smiling at me when she was 60, And I saw my grandpa teaching me love, But it doesn’t carry the same promise for my mom, It doesn’t offer its pinky to my dad who’s turning 60.

I turn black when I think about the future, Because I saw thrice in a dream to be reunited with my letter, And I saw me sticking as its stamp once more, But it’s been pulling us further apart, It doesn’t want to write the plan to return my letter

I turn black when I think about the future, Because I see how people look at me every single day, They see love, kindness, and success, But I don’t see it in the palms of my hand, nor my face, I can’t seem to find the lines that gave them the sign

It’s never my intention to turn black- To turn black when I think about the future, Because it’s blinding my eyes and crushing my soul But the shadow loves my warm being too much, It knows where to go to curb my light

And so I turn black when I think about the future.

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