Poem: Fears Essay, Research Paper

To look out on the world, and have no sense of direction, is a feeling of losing your every possession. Not just the materialistic possessions that you own, but the possessions of your heart, of your mind, of your soul. You have no where to turn, no where to run, or for that simple matter, no where to walk. But yet you wonder to places you never knew existed, or perhaps, wish you never knew existed. And for every step you take forward, is a step further from where you started. You stand on level ground, at look down on the hill you’ve climbed, but stare up on to the mountain you still have to over come. The feeling of wanting to give up on your struggle for understanding over comes your being, but your heart won’t let you. You must keep going. You must not let obstacles keep you from your destination. You must not let your fears keep you from your joy. You must not let the world, keep you from a sense of belonging. You must keep yourself from being lost.