Sonnet

I am once again of fifteen years.
All the more wiser, but still I face
the same desires, the same fears
that life's experience cannot erase.
The obstacle that is from my past
is a dark and ever-looming cloud,
and I have not the strength to cast
away this entangling, heavy shroud.
But I know that have myself to blame,
and it is I who must be bolder.
For things are not always the same,
especially when we have grown older.
         And courage, somewhere, I must find
         to tell her just what is on my mind.