Growing and Changing

By TiggyBlyth

Brown Envelopes

It feels like brown envelopes are starting to dictate my fate,
I pick them from my pigeon-hole and though eager; I wait.

They mean nothing to me so why am I so scared ?
For what is slotted inside them, I am unprepared.

But I take my time; remember to breathe,
And know that God is right beside me.

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