Facing the Fear

Will I fall, face first into what I fear?

Or will courage catch me when I cower?

Is it true, only the dauntless persevere?

It’s when I’m alone that the monsters reappear,

Alone with my thoughts, their growls grow louder-

Alone I fall, face first into my own fears.

Will this jungle behind my eyes ever clear?

Weeds of worry grow stronger by the hour.

I wish I was dauntless - then I could persevere.

Perhaps salvation is closer than it appears;

It’s in a crowd that I feel a sense of power,

Surrounded, I'm forced to jump into what I fear.

My heart races, yet I want to disappear.

How could what scares me also empower?

They say only the dauntless persevere.

My jungle of unease is no longer watered by tears,

And in the belly of the beast, I no longer cower.

To grow stronger, we must first face what we fear.

I am not dauntless, and yet I will persevere.

Author's Note

Villanelle, first draft

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

fantastic....perfect rhyme scheme...and I love the near rhyme in this.
Oh, yes, overcoming our fears makes us so very strong...
I think being scared is natural...and those who profess to not feel fear...I think they are
trying to convince themselves.
j.