The Fear

I was soft, vulnerable
Turned hard and worn
The toughened exterior
Protected me
Until others peeled back the layers
And saw me there
Afraid to move forward
Stuck in place.

The unknown
Lurked around the bend
And I remained stationary.
Too afraid to see what it held
Too scared to move into the dark.

I was bombarded
With expectations and
Outside distractions.
My life was turmoil.

Now I lie in disgust
Of what I was
Knowing what I could have been
Had it not been for the fear.

This poem is about: 
Me

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