Dear Old Friend
Fear
A dear old friend of mine
The cause of my greatest triumphs and my worst nightmares
Fear and I have always been touchy feely
From the beastly butterflies roaring in my stomach
To the gross sweat glossing my chubby brown hands
Along with the shallow breaths of oxygen that barely reached my lungs
And let’s not forget the voice he claimed inside my head
Or the weakening he caused within my legs
Fear
A captor of mine
Who needless to say I have prevailed upon every single time
Through high highs and low lows
He was always there to create hellfire from a pinch of bad luck
Taking the shape of anxiety and ghastly phobias
He was always there
Lurking in the back of my mind
Awaiting my failure
Leaving me trembling in my own skin
With a monster in my head
And doubt swelling in my chest
Yet I never gave up
I came back tenfold to whatever he put me through
Despite the tears, pain, and embarrassment he sent like lightning throughout my entire being
I conquered that dreadful 4 letter word
Like a blessed hero ascended from the heavens
Or more like a child trying to find the strength of her greatest warrior
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