Stepping away from myself

As I move from the darkness,
things become clear.
Life was never as good there
as the start of light here.

Those everdark thoughts
that still linger in my mind
were the chains that limited ambition,
that dragged me behind.

My dark clouds and shadows
that would cast themselves at will
were the daggers that cut my tracks,
and took away the thrill.

Those little voices that rose up
and brought me down to size
will have no chance this time.
They will not stop my rise.

And now my overactive mind
that would tend to overtake
will focus on the goal now,
and not possible mistakes.

These are all wild boasts,
and though they will take time,
I will become a better person through them,
and leave all of my life's grime.

Never letting go

I watch as the world I've known fades away.

Friends walk their paths, to be seen again on a much later date,
the pattern I followed being completely destroyed,
and the challenges I now face scare me.

I have no security, no knowing of what comes next.

The adult world beckons, and grins it's scary smile,
the ideas that I've held get ready to be blown away,
and the free time I had shrinks, pushing me closer to dangerous things.

But still, I can laugh.

They can make me dress up in a suit,
they can expect seriousness,
they can try to make me walk the bland line of adulthood...

But I am SO going to make faces at them when they don't look.