Fear

February 22, 2015

For so long

I've roamed around with my head down

A voice equivalent to a whisper that

It hardly mattered.

Shattered eyes,

Anxiety shooken, and confused opinions,

Distraught confidence

And a life driven by fear.

Fear what people would think

What they would say-

Fear of rejection.

But little did I realize

That the only one I was scared of was me

And I realized

That when I walked a little taller

Talker a little louder

And stood a little bolder

Despite whether or not people listened

Or cared,

As long as I knew who I was

And as long as I knew that at the end of the day,

I am assured my own happiness,

I've learned that fear is nothing but a waste of space,

And a roadblock to confidence,

And contentness.

In order to get things in life,

It takes courage,

And boldness,

And I'm on the journey to find out how to become all of those things.

-m.c.-

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