I do not fear men,
their threats
or their promises.
There isn’t much
that I wouldn’t be numb to.
I do not fear God,
should there be one.
Anything He could do
to hurt me
has already been done.
I do not fear death,
for if death means
that I will feel nothing,
then the truth is,
I am already dead.
I fear one thing,
not myself as a whole,
not even my mind,
but my greatest enemy,
my own beating heart.
I fear making the mistake
of taking a chance,
of believing in something,
or someone,
and being wrong.
I fear my own choices,
to fall in love,
to take down the barriers,
all to reach out
and be left drowning
drowning…
in my own…regret…
I did this… to myself...
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