Holding on.

Holding on.

Although its scary and cold,
I still manage to arrive safely
Home.

I feel like I am old enough
To now when I can't do something,
And when gods not near.

I will always believe that my angles
Are close, and when things start to get rough
I turn to them.

I don't need someone to carry
Me through life, then I will become
Cripple and unable to look people
In the eyes.

Let me make mistakes, let me just
Crawl in a whole. Stop playing mom.