Poem: Worth

How can I be better?

When the storm came and all I did was run away.

The rain hit and so did my fears.

I could no longer run from something that I had cause.

My light was no longer dim.

It had become my shadow that follows me dear.

It holds the door when I walk through.

It keeps me calm when red is all around.

Yet, I keep trying to run from all that it brings.

Time is almost up so I must keep going.

When will it be right time for me to just be better.

Is this all that I am worthy.