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Decision

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He’s like the month of May
When the transition begins from winter to spring,
The person who once sat around all day
Eyes attached to the TV
That only moved if food was near
Now wants to do something with his life.

He hid behind a snowy bush
That shielded him from the world,
But now it blooms bright flowers
As he walks into a familiar place

He pulls the blonde hairs off his forehead
As tears fill his light blue eyes,
Pouring out like a rain cloud

He’s ready to face reality
And plan his new future,
But he’s afraid of failure

As he approaches the wooden doors
Hands clammy and steady
The cool breeze sweeps his tense face,
He grasps the doorknob and his life in one turn.





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