I fear the birth of me
I fear the coming maturity
I fear the death of me
I fear the coming maturity
I feel it’s loss, I feel it’s birth
I fear the birth
of change.
Growth is change is death is life.
Stagnation only dies.
I fear the birth of me
I fear the coming maturity
I fear the death of me
I fear the coming maturity
I feel it’s loss, I feel it’s birth
I fear the birth
of change.
Growth is change is death is life.
Stagnation only dies.
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.
to feel the pressure from a dying self
a mimicry, a mask that fades
the pressure builds,
something clings to the mask as it crumbles,
as something else wants to push it away.
the new self is born
the old mask dies
yet that which dies tries to cling to life.
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I progress down my journey and take the steps-of-growth
the old self fades, but clings to life
fighting its’ own death
yet it must die.
I must take those steps.
Sinking into the flesh, I cling to the flesh
a dying thing.
it flickers and fades and it clings all the harder.
I must lean into the Spirit.
it is life,
true life leads to truer happiness, it feels
ephemeral, wispy, mist
yet it is more
enduring, more real, more true
than any flesh or bone.