Fear was once a word engulfed in my body,
That my body and “fear” was truly one.
Scraping the cells of a live carcass to get a taste of the air ahead,
But the results was pitiful that my very soul began to run.
I’ve reached for the stars for millennia.
In turn all I received was scorned faces.
So determined to meet my capabilities,
So determine to show me hatred.
“You’ve got so much potential! Can’t you see?
Just look a little deeper.”
I plunged in with my fingers to see the depths.
The deeper I got, the further I went for pure illusion because nothing was there to get.
I’ve heard it so many times that the booming sounds became an echo.
I’ve lost the pride and strength I possessed just because fear told me to “let go”.
Fear was once an idea.
A teeny tiny speck in my head.
However, it blossomed and evolved so much,
that fear is the one comforting me and warming my bed.
Relatable piece of writing, my friend!
Enjoyed reading this.