Scared

If I could change one thing, 

I would extract the lump in my throat,

and replace it with courage. 

I would make this ongoing fear go away.

I no longer want to be a goldfish trapped in a bowl,

endlessly banging against the glass in an 

panicked frenzy. I want to be free: 

of worries, of expectations, of drowning in the water.

I yearn to seperate the unreal and the possible;

to not stumble on every movement and thought 

before it escapes me because i would know

what I am doing is meant to be. 

I want to be reassured.

I want to be brave.

I want to live not without fear of the unknown

but with the strength to embrace it.