Jealousy of myself

A Poem by Caro Can~al

I have been consumed by the fear. I am now laying down by myself on my bed next to the cold winter window being consumed by an irrational fear. I am afraid one day I will screw up again and make you hate me. I am afraid to live a storm again. I am afraid of not knowing your brown eyes and even worse; I am afraid of you not knowing my eyes. I am afraid that one day I will wake up to a new day without a sun. I am afraid that one day I will wake up to an earth that can´t stop moving. I am so afraid of not being in your arms. I am afraid that one day I will wake up entering the gates of hell. Because you are my everyday light, and the hand that equilibrates my soul to the land. You are my angel and my new hope every morning, the reason I wake up. You are my home everywhere I go. You are my everything every day, and the only brown eyes I like to stare at whenever I can.