Not Ready

I'm not ready
For anything
That's coming

Not really
Not a new house
Not a new school with new friends

I've been
In one place
All my life

I'm not ready
For anything
That's coming

~Echo

The Broken

Hey,
Did you know
That lots of the people on Earth
Are broken
They don't know
Who they are
They don't know
How to find out
All they can do
Is wait
For the right thing
To come along
And take them away
To a place they understand
I'm broken too
And did you know
That it shows
That you can tell
Both from inside
And out
It's true
That doesn't make it
Any
Easier

~Echo

The Throne

When I was afraid, Fear took me in
And gave me a cold seat in her kingdom
From which I looked for all my kin
And found no mother no father. Dumb
I was, and deaf then. Touch only I had
Only the cold claws of chair arms did
I feel, and hollowness in my head.
My mother was dead. My father was dead.
I gripped the throne of fear with my right hand
and the seat of the chair held me upright
Or I would have fallen. I couldn't stand.
But the throne's left arm was warm with human might.
It took my hand and held me in its own
That the kingdom of fear might be overthrown.

~Molly Peacock
(But The Throne still applies to my- Echo's- life)