What am I afraid of?                                       Heights?                                              Well    yes,

but I write this in a plane

and I’m not nervous at all

even with the turbulence

I love every moment of it

I can look out the window and           I           am      calm   .

flying on thin air and faith

And a couple tons of metal

streaking through the atmosphere.

 And if I fall that’s alright                  

because I will have faith that it is my time.

Because I have faith in God.

However, this is not about faith.

No.

the title was another

F word.

not my,

favorite one.

not even in the top,

five.

This is about

FEAR.

That cold shutter feeling that grasps so many.

Some only in the dark of night

the less fortunate feel it

nearly constantly.

I am afraid of where I am going

because I am afraid of the unknown.

So much is unknown. For the last semester I have sat back and let

life

whoop

my

ass.

I REFUSE to remain life’s bitch.

I have let fear control my life for the last 112 days

and it has gotten me nowhere.

The only good things in my life have come from what scares me.

Facing my fears is what got me here.

I never would have applied to the farm dorm without facing my fears,

I was scared in Rome,

I was scared at Red Rock,

I was scared that first night of my road trip,

I was,

Well

I still fear Fresno,

but I’ve let my fear run rampant for

TOO

LONG.

I am ready.

I am ready to free myself from the shackles

of fear.

I am ready.

 

This essay slash poem has taken a turn and man

 

I really like it.