Why is it I always shiver?
I look strong but I can’t deliver
fear claws at me everyday
I guess I’ve always been this way
there’s no reason I can’t be strong
but I can’t help myself
my courage gathers dust on the shelf
I wish I could be someone else
if only for a day
(from Part One: A Young Man)
More blank verse. This one, however, is an early sign that there’s a struggle going on. Also: I need to title these posts but the post title is not always the poem’s title. If the poem has a title, you’ll know it.