A Good Kind of Scarry

Self belief, I have always had, Even if it waxed and waned. Not liking the cold, It sometimes disappeared underground, Only reappearing when the daffodils in full Bloom announced spring was here. Year by year as I grew older, It grew bold and strong, Taking the lead whenever doubt slowed me down. While I have secretly welcomed the change in it's demeenor Lately I have come to the scary realisation That others have been watching it grow. And now they have started to believe in me too. It really has come as a bit of a shock, To find myself in this unfamiliar place, With what I say and do, My good and my bad Influencing others. But it is too late to turn back now, I have looked into the eyes of those who have hitched their star To mine. It is time to face this new fear, So as not to let them down. But now if you will excuse me I think I Should go and build a glass house, So I can have daffodils all year round.