FEAR
Fear of being alone.
Fear of Failure.
Fear of Being Homeless, cold, and hungry.
Fear that drives me, binds me.
I run into what I run from.
A mirror. A trick.
Why should I fear what I have already endured.
I have come out alive, and all the wiser.
But sometimes I forget.
And fear chases me once more.
Written by Princess Walkinstick Rainbow
Posted on 04-13-13
