My fear.
My fear is just a mirage
Created by me as a camouflage sometimes
Often never existing yet present
Lacking in sense
Missing in fact....
Like the feeling of colour on my face
The sight of its touch on my senses
l can taste its smell in my ears....
Whispering pain,
The unkown…….
Making me feel the sound of shame on my failures
I begin to forget the taste of pride and my successes.
Fear has bound me from trying...
Prevented me from becoming
Shielded me from feeling…….
Now I’m unveiling it
Renaming it
And honouring my reflection in it..
When did it become my fear?
Was it when the sweet sweet taste of blue
Became the cold cold smell of black
When red sounded like blue black
And white became tainted by the touch of green possibilities.
Was it when the boogeyman morphed into the stranger that l knew?
Stalking the dark alleyways l will never walk...
preventing me from walking into the light that I seek…
No!!!! it was when l began to fear.
My fear now becomes my courage
Its about ME honouring my true reflection
Reaching out and claiming my destiny
And the beginning of my courage…..