Fear

 

Look at the fears

Of the world.

They aren’t

What they

Seem.

The fear of

Knives

Is the fear

Of pain

Caused by those

You wouldn’t

Understand.

The fear of

Fire

Is the fear

Of love

Of passion

Of thinking

You’re unworthy.

The fear of

Heights

Is the fear

Of falling

And not

Being

Caught.

Fear around us

All

Closes in

And catches

Us

Like the

Venomous

Fangs

Pulling us in

To a cave

Off the map.

Travelers may leave

Only footprints

(But they

Always break

The rules).

Standing on

New ground

With new fear

Every step

In a new direction

Spread out

In ocean mist

Settling down

Leaving salty

Residue on the skin

And

Hair.

Every new fear

Leaves tears

Permanently left

In their spots

In the ground.

Nothing blooms.

Nothing ever blooms

Except fear

Fear will be with us

Forever.

The feeling

Of a broken heart

Is clichéd

And tattered

And forgotten

For no one’s heart

Is ever mended

Not really

Not ever.