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.

Truth or lies poem

truth or lies I’m standing in

they resonate beneath my skin.

I’ve known my doubt,

I’m filled with fear.

it rings in me from ear to ear.

From my toes to my head I feel like I’m drowning.

Yet I stand in You.

You have me surrounded in Your Light and Your Glory and Your Joy tries to reach me.

Your peace feels just out of reach, Beyond the clouds of haze and confusion.

The fear, I know not from where, that fills me to the roots of my hair

paralyzed to move,

afraid to make a sound,

to move will make it worse.

Indecision abounds.

truth and lies

truth or lies I’m standing in

they resonate beneath my skin

I’ve known my doubt

I’m filled with fear.

it rings in me from ear to ear,

From my toes to my head I feel like I’m drowning.

Yet I stand in You

and You have me surrounded and Your light and Your glory and Your joy

tries to reach me.

Your peace feels just out of reach,

Beyond the clouds of haze and confusion.

fear, I know not from where, that fills me to the roots

of my hair paralyzed to move,

afraid to make a sound

to move will make it worse.

Indecision abounds.