Poetry by Taylor

Dear 2020, please by kind

I don’t want to get left behind

again.

I’m scared of falling all the way back down,

Ive climbed so far up,

but I’m loosing my grasp.

The rock between my fingers is crumbling fast.

And I’m scared

of ending up tangled in vines,

tubes running into my skin.

I’m scared of going,

where I’ve already been.

Taylor

I think its quite easy to understand what this means, as its just me wishing that 2020 will be a good year for me, and fearing that it wont