What Fear Did

A confession.

 Fear

is what draws me to myself,

is what keeps me away from

You

opaque behind transparent windows,

whispering truths to

shadows I can't see,

that make my heart

flutter

..or quiver.

Fear

is what kept my teenage request,

-my excuse for a reason-

on the milk of my tongue

and in the air hanging over

shocked silence and mortification.

(To kiss and tell makes who stutter; and

whose eyes bright?) 

And, fear

keeps me from the ever certain possibility

-because of whim, fancy, desire-

of hurting you, kissing you, and hurting you again.

Originally written:  May. 30. 09

 

Author's Note

Finally being honest with myself. I could only say these words through my pen. Fear often holds us back from what is truly ours. Not that I regret anything, I only wish I was stronger then.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I now this feeling. When I was eighteen I developed anxiety. For a year it was horrible. Any time I attempted to do something new an attack would come on. I now have learned how to control it and know what my triggers are and can talk myself threw it in my mind. This poem hit home on a personal level. Good for you in venting how you feel through poetry. I find it helps me to vent through writing and this keeps my stress level down which in return keeps the anxiety level to a minimum. This poem is honest and truthful.

[Jessica]

i love the way you write, your metaphors are beautiful. i like how the poem starts off vague, and the last line sums up your feelings specifically. and i know how you feel. fear is a dangerous thing...

[WriterMe]

Wonderful. Soo well expressed. See? Your works ARE good. The lines you use as a mere composition of words tend to mean so much more than you can imagine. Well, for me at least.

Fear often holds us back from what is truly ours

So agreed.
Good job =]

[theunknownchick]

I feel your pain. Great Poem.
Takee careee
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