Facing Life Head On (Poetry)

It begins with a single drop,
then more droplets falls without stop.
It started innocently enough
but soon things starts turning rough.

Now it's out of control,
and can't be fix by any tool.
Though I thought of running away,
yet my feet will not go my way.

I tried averting my eyes,
only to see the graying sky.
I know that I have to face it on,
but can I when it weighs a ton?

I took several deep breaths,
my troubles lose a bit of weights.
Time to face my mistakes,
run away not for my future's at stake.

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