ScaredA Poem by Tessa.KWhat I am and Who I am and my true rebellion. Not regret. REBELLION.Scared In the controlled dreams of my awake mind I think of what I could have done. I wander back in the trails of my life, looking at the falls of my time. And here is what I would have done: I would have loved like I wasn't scared. I would have fought back demons like I wasn't a coward. I would have held back tears like it didn't hurt. And it seems my life after those times was action after action of trying to convince myself and others that I am not who I was. Back-lashing so hard, pulling my soul to places unforgivable. All in the name of loving like I wasn't scared, being brave like I wasn't weak, never crying like I was strong. But all it ever did was show that I am scared, I am weak, I am a coward. These are things I am. And these are the things I rebel against.
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