I don’t know what my future holds
but I’m scared of the hot coals ahead of me,
despite the breeze of flower beds that surround me.
I’m aware there’s a rope to swing me high
whenever I feel furthest from the sky
but to still be blind but not deaf
to the things that will come around
is frightening in the least.
Considering that I’m not one innocent, ever.
a blessing in disguise
or a test to become wise
all I can do is use my gilt ridden hands and beseech
Because I’m not