Cries to the dying self

I fear myself.

I fear the climb.

I fear the change to a better me.

I fear progression.

I fear alteration.

I fear the death of an older me

I fear the loss

the change
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I fear the delusion of self blame.

I fear the shame of enacting failure.

I fear the shame of inaction.

I fear the finding of new friends.

I fear the birth of a new self.

One that will brave the cold.

I fear the strength that lies within

it overwhelms, that boldness

To be strong is to be capable
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I fear my capacity
I fear the gifts that’ve been given to me.

Fear the work that I must do. 

I fear the progress made.

I fear the joy of new discovery.

I fear the path that’s been paved.

my old self fears greatly,

that old self fears to die.
Yet it must or all else fails

including all I love.