A Thought Poem by S Ovwata Onojieruo

A Thought

As the time itches closer,
and it seems as though I'm about to seal a destiny that I am afraid of sealing,
all that runs through my whole 'me' asks;
who am I?
what do I want? and
why in the name of the Spirit am I scared?

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