Of fear...

It’s fear that keeps me from birthing my dream,

Yet I nurse it with the anticipation of an expectant mother,

Fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear of obscurity,

All this keeps me from bringing forth my beautiful gift.



It’s fear that keeps me from loving wholly,

The fear of pain, the fear of disappointment all too familiar,

A Fear of giving more than I’ll ever get back,

Has slowly evolved me into an island guarded by a high wall,



It’s fear that keeps me in bed longer every morning,

The fear of routine, the fear of days too similar to tell apart,

Fear of another day having achieved nothing,

Apathy has replaced the passion that once fuelled me,

And I have traded life for existence.



It’s fear that keeps me from exploring new waters,

So I cling to the familiar even when it eats at my soul like a cancer,

Fear of giving up the familiar for uncertainty,

Fear of getting lost in unfamiliar territory,

It has all made me accept mediocrity as my portion.