Fear
By
Christopher
L. Lisenbee
I feel my heart
pounding against the inside of my chest, I know deep within my own soul that I have
to take the chance, I am afraid of what’s to come, not so much as to what has
already passed, the feeling is over whelming as the time nears, the fear that I
feel of an empty page, the laughter of the blinking curser, the button marked
enter, once you have decided then the whole world will see, once you press it
there’s no going back, Am I good enough to stand with the best. I fear that my
words that I hold so dear will fall upon deaf ears and I fear the pen of others
as they stand as my judge. All of the work that I have spent, means absolutely
nothing if I cannot represent. I remember a time that the only fear that I had
was the fear of the night, but the second that I decided to write my words I
found a whole new level of fear. It is as if I am standing in an open field and
watching a tornado bearing down on me, it will surely destroy me, I scream into
the face of the mighty beast, but still nobody hears me, my voice is lost and
then swept away, I fear that no one cares, the fear that I feel is the fear of
fear itself.
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