Fear
My old friend,
We meet again.
You’ve won in the past,
But this one’s special.
(Update – it was not)
A.
Reunions.
Living With An Emotional Deficiency – II.
II.
I’m not heartless,
Just fighting my demons.
Just hurting and healing,
And healing and hurting.
Just stuck in this vicious cycle of hope and helplessness,
Yet, I remain expressionless.
Get me out of here.
A.
Just Afraid.
You try to be the best I’ve ever had,
But that doesn’t take much effort.
You don’t know that,
And I’ll never mention it.
Not my experience with abuse,
Not the insecurities bound to oxygen, flowing through my veins.
I’m afraid you’ll be inspired,
Afraid you’d come up with new methods of breaking my heart,
Tearing me down,
Stripping me of my self worth.
Like I’ve had with those that came before,
Like I’m used to.
A.
What Fear Does To Me.
It’s 2am and my body jolts itself to life.
I’ve been drinking, I’ve been smoking,
Hoping that these chemicals would numb the pain,
Mask the anxiety,
Do something other than drive me insane.
The fear that I know,
Transits through my heavy heart.
But today, it’s come to stay.
Like a spider in its silky matrix,
Or a child in its mother’s arms.
Shall I cuddle it? Nurse it?
Reason with it so it knows how to perceive,
Negative emotions causing my body to grieve?
So it knows when to leave?
Or should I give up on fighting?
On arguing on negotiating,
With dark clouds of fear poisoning my lungs.
If I can’t breathe, I can’t speak in tongues,
Or call on my saviour, I can’t cast and bind.
Not while I’m spiritually blind.
Someone plead the blood of Jesus on my behalf.
A.
