The world is beautiful
and you are wonderful.
I see people shrinking
in towns–waiting; wasting.
To say it’s a judgement
to speak the truth
would confine the youth
from breaking loose.
So here’s some truth,
for the hopeless few:
The world is vast,
yet you know your past.
Frozen, afraid, and doubtful
you’ll last
You stay awake in your slumber
The years turning to numbers.
You know you waste
and yet make no haste.
Quick! Get out! Go!
You are your greatest foe.
Be strong–
No one else has your heart.
If you shrink now
who will do your part?
Kelsey With Some Jo 