Growing up

The road we travel is ours alone, every step, every breath The turmoil, the confusion, the despair, the indecision The tears we shed are ours alone, every ache, every wound Our hesitation, our fear , the sinking feeling that end is near The insecurites we feel are ours alone to  fester in and drown The nervousness, the anxiety, the self doubt, the uncertainty The decisions we take are ours alone, every word, every thought The hope, the anticipation, the desire, the expectation But the beauty of it all is that the joy we experience, the elation, the pure peace Is ours alone to share, spread and forever keep alive. Nivedita Dwarak