Then and Now

I wake up in the middle of the night

Walking down the hall

I catch a fright

A deer in headlights, I fall

For my childhood fear

Is waiting for me

E.T. is here

Please don’t be him

but the end is all I see

As I grow older

Fears have evolved

With a quick look behind my shoulder

I become strong

Even bolder

But, sometimes I think faster than I can speak

And, the words pour out of me

What will they think of this atrocity?

The reporters will come

Saying I’m done

But all I can recall is that feeling

Of not being enough

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