Dreams of Despair

Fear 

 

A safe zone.

 

My safe zone.

 

Like an exhausted shell, of an old aged Crab

 

 protecting itself from all the bad things..

 

Restricting, retaining,

 

and retreating.

 

Always holding itself back.

 

 

Always,

 

holding,

 

Me,

 

Back.

 

 

 

Fear.

A companion, my companion. 

Like a best friend I never had,

always in my ear,

 

whispering...

 

“Don’t do it, it will go

—bad.”

 

And I believed it.

So Wholeheartedly, that Fear, was the only thing I had.

It was so easy to Believe in Fear! But so hard to believe in ME...

My body,

My Life

and

 

Dreams.

 

I wanted to dance.

I wanted to eat Healthy.

And I wanted 

To become, 

Me.

Me, as in the person

who always stayed 

in her shell, isolated from her

 

own 

 

little

 

world.

 

 

We’ve all been there. 

Lost,

 

On an empty dark road, with nothing but a red stop sign, 

telling you to not go any further, 

to become one with the darkness, the night, and the ghosts 

to make you their slave,

to make you suffer.

 

But then, ahead of you, is a great

mystery,

that you will only be able to find 

if you try...

to Believe,

that Fear is the enemy,

not your friend, not your safety 

but instead,

a sweet lullaby,

that sings itself to you every night, 

with 

Deep, heavy, Sorrows and Lies.

 

So believe,

 

so you can become,

 

so you can 

 

Be

 

Anything,

You want to be. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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