A homegrown pumpkin carved by homegrown hands.
Turn the page to a brand new chapter.
I always want to know what is in store before I begin something, but once again I go into a new chapter blindly. I'm sure it is better this way, but my nervousness is showing. No fear.
I balance myself on my elbows. Legs extended straight up into the air as my voice recites the prayers that were ingrained in me as a small child. I need all the help I can get and am doing something that my dreams have shown me. I follow the only path that has ever been cut for me.
I still see glimpses of that small, fragile, curly haired boy when I look in the mirror. Inside I still feel the same. Tiny Joshua in a blue vest, covered with awards for memorizing bible verses. That's the mental picture I see of myself. When will I grow up and see what other people see in me? I'm taking my growing up pills, but they don't appear to be working. But hope. Hope is with me more than ever.