Poem: The need is growing

The need is growing

and I want to meet it,
want to be capable
of caring for myself,
of doing what is required,
but I know it is not simple.
I cannot do it alone.
That is not a possibility.
The world demands
I work with it,
I be part of it.
I would be more willing
if I trusted 
it would turn out well,
but I worry
about other people's involvement.

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