They say the only thing to be afraid of is fear
itself, as if it’s some kind of
reassurance, a pat on the back
a little too hard, slamming all of the air out
of a pair of lungs too desperate for
of mind, peace
of heart, peace
and hope that the right path is being taken.
I am afraid of the what-ifs, the constant
rumbling of thoughts like waves in the middle of an
ocean during a hurricane, always
stopping, throwing all aboard to the edges of the craft.
I’m afraid that it’ll eventually throw everyone over. I wish that it will
become a gentle bobbing motion, soothing, pulling those aboard
to sleep. I need to realize that I
am the wind and I
am the storm; I
set my sails and I
control the direction. I
am working on overcoming my fear of fear
and turning the tumultuous rumblings from the deep
that is my mind into the gentle rocking of what I aspire my mind to be.